4. 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 day-spring to illume!

5. I cannot dread the darkness, where Thou wilt watch o'er me,

I smile to greet the sunrise, because 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.

796.

Eliza Scudder.

Sunday Evening Hymn. 7.6.7.6.8.8.

I. THE day of prayer is ending,

Our feet must homeward go;

The shades of night ascending
Creep o'er the world below;

But still the mountain-summits fair
Glow with the light of praise and prayer.

2. Here in green pastures guiding,

Thou, Lord, did'st lead Thy flock;
Here from life's noon-day hiding,
We found the cooling rock;
But now we leave the hills of praise
To tread again earth's common ways.

3. To life's dull path returning,
And duty's narrow sphere,

797.

I.

Still in our hearts keep burning

The vision witnessed here;

Still may Thy spell of peace and power
Breathe strength for every toilsome hour.

A Song of Trust.

E. S. Armitage.

LOVE Divine, of all that is

The sweetest still and best,

Fain would I come and rest to-night
Upon Thy tender breast.

2. As tired of sin as any child
Was ever tired of play,

When evening hush has folded in
The noises of the day.

3. I pray Thee, turn me not away :
For, sinful though I be,

Thou knowest every thing I need,
And all my need of Thee.

4. And yet the spirit in my heart

Says, Wherefore should I pray

C.M.

That Thou shouldst seek me with Thy love,
Since Thou dost seek alway?

5. And dost not even wait until
I urge my steps to Thee ;
But in the darkness of my life
Art coming still to me.

6. I pray not, then, because I would;
I pray because I must;

There is no meaning in my prayer,
But thankfulness and trust.

798.

7. I would not have Thee otherwise
Than what Thou ever art;

Be still Thyself, and then I know
We cannot live apart.

S. And Thou wilt hear the thought I mean,
And not the words I say ;

Wilt hear the thanks among the words

That only seem to pray.

9. And so, for all my sighs, my heart
Doth sing itself to rest,

O Love Divine, most far and near,
Upon Thy tender breast.

Serious Impression.

John W. Chadwick.

8.8.6.8.8.6.

GOD! mine inmost soul convert;
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress :

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.

Charles Wesley.

799.

I.

Parting Hymn.

1. PART in peace! is day before us?

Praise His name for life and light :
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us?
Bless His care who guards the night.
2. Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving;
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,

Tranquil memory to the dead.

8.7.8.7.

3. Part in peace! such are the praises
God, our Maker, loveth best;
Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.
4 Part in peace! our duties call us;
We must serve as well as praise
Ask not what may here befall us ;
Leave to God the coming days.

800.

1. NOW

Our Closing Psalm.

S. F. Adams.

OW while we sing our closing psalm,
With reverent lips and glowing heart,
May peace from out th' eternal calm

Rest on our spirits as we part.

2. May light, to guide us every hour,

801.

From Thee, Eternal Sun, descend;

L.M.

And strength from Thee, Almighty Power,
Be with us now, and to the end! S. Longfellow.

The Seasons of the Dear.

At the Parting of the Ways.

1. BACKWARD looking o'er the past,
Forward, too, with eager gaze,

Stand we here to-day, O God,
At the parting of the ways.
2. Tenderest thoughts our bosoms fill;
Memories all bright and fair
Seem to float on spirit-wings

Downward through the silent air.

3. Hark! through all their music sweet,
Hear you not a voice of cheer?

'Tis the voice of Hope which sings,
"Happy be the coming year!"..

75.

4. Father, comes that voice from Thee!
Swells it with Thy meaning vast,—
Good in all the future stored,

Good evolved from all the past!

J. W. Chadwick.

802.

I.

New Year.

1. THE year is gone, beyond recall,
With all its hopes and fears,

With all its bright and gladdening smiles,
With all its mourners' tears.

2. Thy thankful people praise Thee, Lord,
For countless gifts received,
And pray for grace to keep the faith

Which saints of old believed.

3. To Thee we come, O gracious Lord,
The new-born year to bless ;
Defend our land from pestilence,
Give peace and plenteousness.

4. Forgive this nation's many sins,
The growth of vice restrain,
And help us all with sin to strive,
And crowns of life to gain.

5. From evil deeds that stain the past
We now desire to flee ;

And pray that future years may all
Be spent, good Lord, for Thee.

6. O Father, let Thy watchful eye
Still look on us in love,

That we may praise Thee, year by year,

As angels do above.

C.M.

Meaux Breviary, tr. F. Potts.