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3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;

Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

1 INTERVAL of grateful shade,
Welcome to my weary head!
Welcome, slumbers to mine eyes,
Tired with glaring vanities!

2 My great Master still allows
Needful periods of repose:
By my heavenly Father blest,
Thus I give my powers to rest.

3 Heavenly Father, gracious name!
Night and day his love the same!
Far be each suspicious thought,
Every anxious care forgot!

4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God,
Crown'st my days with various good;
Thy kind eye, which cannot sleep,
My defenceless hours shall keep.

5 What if death my sleep invade?
Should I be of death afraid?

While encircled by thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.

6 With thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labor rest:
Welcome, sleep or death to me,

1 INDULGENT GOD, whose bounteous care
O'er all thy works is shown,

O let my grateful praise and prayer
Ascend before thy throne!

2 What mercies has this day bestowed!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflowed,
With cheerfulness my breast.

3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes,
From pain and sickness free;
And let my waking thoughts arise
To meditate on thee.

4 So bless each future day and night,
Till life's fond scene is o'er;

At length, to realms of endless light
Enraptured let me soar.

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L. M.

BISHOP KENN.

Evening Hymn.

1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;

Keep me,

O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;

That, with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O, may my soul on thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him, ye angels round his throne;
Praise God, the high and holy One.

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1 SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes, without, within;
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;

Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.

C. M.

Nature's Evening Hymn.

1 THE heavenly spheres to thee, O God,

Attune their evening hymn;

All wise, all holy, thou art praised
In song of seraphim!

Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,

Unite to worship thee,

While thy majestic greatness fills

Space, time, eternity.

BOWRING.

2 Nature,

a temple worthy thee,

That beams with light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, Whose stars rejoice above,

Whose altars are the mountain cliffs

That rise along the shore;

Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean roar;

3 Her song of gratitude is sung

By spring's awakening hours;
Her summer offers at thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her autumn brings its ripened fruits,
In glorious luxury given;

While winter's silver heights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.

4 On all thou smil' st; and what is man Before thy presence, God?

A breath, but yesterday inspired,
Tomorrow but a clod.

That clod shall mingle in the vale,
But, kindled, Lord, by thee,

The spirit to thy arms shall spring,
To life, to liberty.