4. What giveth He? No more again
To know the touch of mortal pain;
All weakness past, each fetter riven,
For earth the larger life of heaven.
5. Still let us say the ancient words
"In life, in death we are the Lord's,"
And trust all to His love to keep,
Who giveth to His own in sleep.

743.

F. L. Hosmer.

Evening Intercessions. 7.6.7.6.3.3.6.6.

I. GOD'S bright temple in the skies,

Night is op'ning slowly;

Let our song like incense rise
From a priesthood holy.
Sacred flame,

In Christ's name,

In our censers laying,

We come humbly praying.

2. For our loved ones all we pray;
Thou God, looking hither,
See'st the near and far away

In one glance together!
Seen by Thee-

They and we,

Both that One Eye under,

Are not far asunder.

3. When the sailor on the deep
Rests on his rude pillow,
Rocked a little hour to sleep
On the heaving billow :
Save! Lord, save

From storm wave:

Guide with gentle motion
O'er the pathless ocean.

4. Where the sick lie wearily,
Tossing in their sorrow,
Murm'ring oft the plaintive cry-
Would that it were morrow!
Oh! repress

Sore distress:

Give them calm sweet sleeping
In their night of weeping.

5. Where the tempted may have strayed
Into scenes of danger,

Let not virtue be betrayed

Rise, Lord, to defend her!
With strong arm

Shield from harm,

Or from the trial, rather,
Keep them, Holy Father!

6. Where the penitent has gone,
To his chamber weeping,

Leave, ah! leave him not alone,
Bitter vigil keeping :

Breathe, O Lord,

Some soft word,

All that true peace speaking,

His vexed heart is seeking.

7. Star lamps now are filled with fire, Heaven's broad dome revealing;

Lord, we are a lowly choir,

At Thy threshold kneeling,
Yet our song

Ev'n among

Angels' songs ascending,

Holds Thine ear attending.

W. B. Robertson.

744.

I.

SUN

Sun of our Souls.

of our souls, Thou Saviour dear,

It is not night if Thou be near;

O may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes.

2. When with dear friends we converse hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold,
O let our hearts within us burn,
And ever more of God discern.

3. Abide with us from morn till eve,
For without Thee we cannot live;
Abide with us when night is nigh,
For without Thee we dare not die.
4. If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ;
Let him no more lie down in sin..

5. Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6. Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

L.M.

745.

Abide with Me.

J. Keble.

IOS.

1. ABIDE with me! fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

2. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see ;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3. I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me ! 4. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!

5. Hold Thou the Cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows

flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

746.

I.

Light at Evening-time.

HOLY Father, cheer our way

H. F. Lyte.

7.7.7.5.

With Thy love's perpetual ray :

Grant us every closing day

Light at evening-time.

2. When youth's brightness disappears,

Heal our sorrows, calm our fears;
Grant us in our later years

Light at evening-time.

3. Great Life-giver be Thou nigh
When in mortal pains we lie;
Grant us, as we come to die,
Light at evening-time.

4. Then rejoicing more and more,
We shall see, our troubles o'er,
Breaking on the heavenly shore
Light at morning-time.

747.

I.

ERE

R. H. Robinson and Stopford A. Brooke.

Evening Prayer.

`RE I sleep, for every favour

This day showed

By my God,

I will bless my Saviour.

2. O my Lord, what shall I render
To Thy Name,

Still the same,

Gracious, good, and tender?

3. Leave me not, but ever love me ;
Let Thy peace

Be my bliss,

8.3.3.6.

5. Thou, my rock, my guard, my tower,
Safely keep,

While I sleep,

Me, with all Thy power.

6. So, whene'er in death I slumber,
Let me rise

With the wise,

Counted in their number.

J. Cennick.