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Rest.

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1. THOU givest Thy rest, O Lord: the din is

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Of man's unquiet care;

A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,
Breathes through the silent air.

2. O leave us not, through long and darkened hours, In night of woe and sin,

But pour Thy day with all its radiant powers,
Upon the world within.

3. Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul Of wrath and pride and care;

Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,
And bid it settle there.

4. Banish this craving self, that still has sought
Lord of the soul to be ;

Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;
Teach us to turn to Thee.

5. Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small,
To live as in Thine eye,

Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all,
Thou who to all art nigh.

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The Sacred Day.

1. HAIL to the sacred day!

The day divinely given,

When men to God their homage pay,

And earth draws near to heaven.

2. Lord, in this sacred hour,

Within Thy courts we bend;

And bless Thy love, and own Thy power,

Our Father and our Friend.

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3. But Thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod ;
Nor only is the day Thine own
When man draws near to God.

4. Thy temple is the arch

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Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march

Of grand Eternity.

Lord! may that holier day

Dawn on Thy servants' sight;

And grant us in those courts to pray,
In pure unclouded light.

Gratitude.

S. G. Bulfinch.

C.M.

1. WHILE Thee I seek, Protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

2. Thy love the powers of thought bestowed;
To Thee my thoughts would soar :

Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;

That mercy I adore.

3. In each event of life how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear
Because conferred by Thee.

4. In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.

5. When gladness wings my favoured hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.

6. My lifted eye, without a tear,

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The lowering storm shall see ;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear;

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That heart will rest on Thee. Helen M. Williams.

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The Beauty of the Lord.

OW let us see Thy beauty, Lord,

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As we have seen before;

And by Thy beauty quicken us

To love Thee and adore.

2. 'Tis easy, when with simple mind
Thy loveliness we see,
To consecrate ourselves afresh
To duty and to Thee.

3. Our every feverish mood is cooled,
And gone is every load,

When we can lose the love of self,
And find the love of God.

4. 'Tis by Thy loveliness we're won
To home and Thee again,
And as we are Thy children true,
We are more truly men.

5. Lord, it is coming to ourselves
When thus we come to Thee;
The bondage of Thy loveliness
Is perfect liberty.

6. So now we come to ask again,
What Thou hast often given,
The vision of that loveliness.
Which is the life of heaven.

Sunday Evening Hymns.

Evening Prayer.

C.M.

B. Waugh.

1. HARK! the evening call to prayer!
Lay we down each earthly care;

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Still we every anxious fear,

Owning thus that God is here.

2. Father from our hearts remove
Every veil that hides Thy love;
Here the spirit's eye unseal;
Here Thy glory now reveal.

3. Lord, in whom our spirits live!
Thou dost heavenly guidance give;
As a shepherd, leading still
Hearts submissive to Thy will.

4. Quiet every passion wild ;
Speak, as to Thy prophet-child;
Grant us child-like hearts, that we
May be willing, Lord, as he.

5. Send us holy calm within;

Cleanse us from the stains of sin;
Be each heart a sacred shrine,
Still and pure, and wholly Thine.
6. Kindle, Lord, the altar fire,
May the holy flame aspire ;
Thoughts of love and contrite sighs
Be our vesper sacrifice.

Evening Prayer.

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I. HEAVENLY Father, by whose care
Comes again this hour of prayer!

In the evening stillness we

Grateful raise our hearts to Thee:

To our spirits, as we bend,

Peace and holy comfort send.

2. Gladly we Thy presence seek:
Father to our spirits speak ::

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Call us from the world away;
Still our passion's restless play;
On our inner darkness shine;
Bend our wayward wills to Thine.
3. In this quiet eventide

May our souls with Thee abide,
Own Thy presence, feel Thy power,
Through this consecrated hour;
And from peaceful vesper-prayer
Purer, stronger`spirits bear.

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Draw near and bend the knee,
And fill the calm and holy air

With voice of melody!

O'erwearied with the heat

And burden of the day,
Now let us rest our wandering feet,
And gather here to pray.

2. The dark and deadly blight
That walks at noontide hour,
The midnight arrow's secret flight
O'er us have had no power:
But smiles from loving eyes
Have been around our way,
And lips on which a blessing lies

Have bidden us to pray.

3. O blessed is the hour

That lifts our hearts on high!

T. Hincks.

S.M.D.

Like sunlight when the tempests lower,
Prayer to the soul is nigh: