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Divine Protection. IO. IO. 10.4. 1. THE night is come, wherein at last we rest ;
God orders this and all things for the best ! Beneath His blessing, fearless may we lie,
Since He is nigh.
O Father, watch o’er us till dawning day,
Thine angels send !
Let us awake with joy, still close to Thee ;
Thy praise be sought.
And help the captive, comfort them who weep ;
Keep far our foe. 5. Father, Thy name be praised, Thy kingdom come:
Thy will be wrought as in our heavenly home;
Us now and ever! Amen.
Hymn of the Bohemian Brethren.
For all the blessings of the light !
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
3. O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close :
To serve my God when I awake!
With joy behold the endless day.
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
An Evening Blessing. 220.127.116.11. 1. SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2. Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Darkness cannot hide from Thee ;
Watchest where Thy people be.
And our couch become our tomb,
The Evening Hour.
That calms the air, and shuts the flower;
2. O season of soft sound and hues,
3. Dear God, as earth recedes from sight,
Open the quiet of Thy light,
4. Be with us in this evening time
When feelings flow and wishes climb;
H. F. Lyte.
The Evening Sacrifice. 1. THE
HE sun is sinking fast,
The daylight dies;
Her evening sacrifice.
2. As Christ upon the Cross
His head inclined,
His parting soul resigned,
3. So now herself
soul Would wholly give Into His sacred charge,
In whom all spirits live.
Would calmly rest,
Abiding in the breast,
In Him to all beside.
Not I, but He
Trans. from Latin, E. Caswall.
Evening Prayer. 18.104.22.168.8.8. 1. THE day is past and over:
All thanks, O Lord, to Thee !
The hours of dark may be.
And save me through the coming night.
I lift my heart to Thee;
The hours of gloom may be.
3. The toils of day are over ;
I raise the hymn to Thee,
The hours of fear may be :
And guard me through the coming night!
O God! for Thou dost know
Through which I have to go.
St. Anatolius. Trans. J. M, Neale.
Evening Praise. 22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.4. 1. DAY is dying in the west ;
Heaven is touching earth with rest :
Through all the sky.
O Lord most high !
Of the universe, Thy home,
For Thou art nigh.
Holy, holy, etc.
Heart of Love, enfolding all,