But save us now, and cleanse us now, Thou shalt be my God, and my All." JEAN INGELOW. ABIDE WITH ME. BIDE with me! fast falls the eventide ; AB The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; O Thou, who changest not, abide with me! I need Thy presence every passing hour; I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Hold, then, thy cross before my closing eyes! HENRY F. LYTE. EVENING. 'TIS gone, that bright and orbéd blaze Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, Come near and bless us when we wake, We lose ourselves in heaven above. JOHN KEBLE. THE VESPER HYMN. HE day is done, the weary day of thought and toil is past, Soft falls the twilight cool and gray on the tired earth at last : By wisest teachers wearied, by gentlest friends oppressed, In Thee alone, the soul, outworn, refreshment finds and rest. Bend, Gracious Spirit, from above, like these o'erarching skies, And to Thy firmament of Love lift up these longing eyes; And, folded by Thy sheltering Hand, in refuge still and deep, Let blessed thoughts from Thee descend, as drop the dews of sleep. And when refreshed the soul once more puts on new life and power; Oh, let Thine image, Lord, alone, gild the first waking hour! Let that dear Presence dawn and glow, fairer than Morn's first ray, And Thy pure radiance overflow the splendor of the day. So in the hastening even, so in the coming morn, When deeper slumber shall be given, and fresher life be born, Shine out, true Light! to guide my way amid that deepening gloom, And rise, O Morning Star, the first that dayspring to illume! I cannot dread the darkness where Thou wilt watch o'er me, Nor smile to greet the sunrise unless Thy smile I see; Creator, Saviour, Comforter! on Thee my soul is cast; At morn, at night, in earth, in heaven, be Thou my First and Last! I ELIZA SCUDDER, October, 1874. NIGHT. THANK Thee, Father, that the night is near JONES VERY. INWARD STRIFE. SIN. LORD, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us: then schoolmasters Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, Yet all these fences and their whole array GEORGE HERBERT. |