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4. For weary eyes, and aching hearts,
And feet that from Thee rove,

The sick, the poor, the tried, the fallen,
We pray Thee, God of Love!

5. We bring to Thee our hopes and fears,
And at Thy footstool lay;

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And, Father, Thou who lovest all,
Wilt hear us when we pray.

The Shadow of Thy Wing. C.M. 6 lines.

SHADOW in a sultry land!

We gather to Thy breast,

Whose love enfolding us like night,
Brings quietude and rest;
Glimpse of a fairer life to be,

In foretaste here possessed.

2. From all our wanderings we come,
From drifting to and fro,

From tossing on life's restless deep
Amid its ebb and flow;

The grander sweep of tides serene
Our spirits yearn to know.

3. That which the garish day has lost,
The twilight vigil brings :
The breezes from celestial hills,
The draughts from deeper springs,
The sense of an immortal trust.
The touch of angel wings.

4. Drop down behind the solemn hills,
O day with golden skies;

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And spent too soon her golden store ;
The shadows of departing day

Creep on once more.

2. Our life is but a fading dawn,

Its glorious noon how quickly past ;—
Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone,
Safe home at last ;-

3. Where light, and life, and joy, and peace
In undivided empire reign,

And thronging angels never cease
Their deathless strain;

4. Where saints are clothed in spotless white,
And evening shadows never fall;

Where Thou, Eternal Light of Light,

Art Lord of all. Amen.

I.

The Heavenly Guest.

IOS.

LORD, who by Thy presence hast made light
The heat and burden of the toilsome day,

Be with me also in the silent night,

Be with me when the daylight fades away.

2. As Thou hast given me strength upon the way,
So deign at evening to become my guest;
As Thou hast shared the labours of the day,
So also deign to share and bless my rest.

3. How sad and cold, if Thou be absent, Lord,
The evening leaves me, and my heart how dead!
But, if Thy presence grace my humble board,
I seem with heavenly manna to be fed.

4. Fraught with rich blessing, breathing sweet repose,
The calm of evening settles on my breast;
If Thou be with me when my labours close,
No more is needed to complete my rest.

5. Come, then, O Lord, and deign to be my guest,
After the day's confusion, toil, and din ;
O come to bring me peace, and joy, and rest,
To give salvation, and to pardon sin!

C. J. P. Spitta, tr. R. Massie.

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Sunday Morning Hymns.

Day of Rest.

HAIL, holy rest! calm herald of that day,

IOS.

When all the toils of time shall pass away;

First gift of God, as life on earth began,
We welcome thee, O Sabbath made for man !

2. Lord of the Sabbath, lift our hearts to Thee,
That in Thy light we now may all things see;
By Thee created, loved, redeemed, and blest,
In Thee alone is everlasting rest.

3. Now on the way to our eternal home,

To Thee, true Sabbath of our souls, we come; In all our path, though countless mercies shine, The glory and the brightness, Lord, are Thine. 4. If in the cool of day we find Thee near,

Thy voice awakes no dark foreboding fear;
We hear Thy step in every rustling breeze,
Thy shadow glances from the waving trees.

5. Our land enjoys her Sabbaths, Lord, and still
Thy peace on earth breathes soft from vale to hill,
Yet lives the hope, wherever man hath trod,
A rest remaineth for the sons of God!

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HAIL! sacred day of earthly rest,

From toil and trouble free ;

Hail! quiet spirit, bringing peace
And joy to me.

2. A holy stillness, breathing calm
On all the world around,

Uplifts my soul, O God, to Thee,
Where rest is found.

3. All earthly things appear to fade,
As, rising high and higher,
The yearning voices strive to join
The heavenly choir.

4. For those, who sing with saints below

Glad songs of heavenly love,

Shall sing, when songs on earth have ceased,
With saints above.

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5. Accept, O God, my hymn of praise,
That Thou this day hast given,
Sweet foretaste of that endless day
Of rest in heaven.

I. THE dawn of God's dear Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,

As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain;

It comes as cooling showers

To some exhausted land;
As shade of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.

2. Lord! we would bring for offering,

Though marred with earthly soil,

A week of earnest labour,

Of steady, faithful toil ;
Fair fruits of self-denial,

Of strong, deep love to Thee,
Fostered by Thine own Spirit,
In our humility.

3. And we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In Thy pure presence kneeling,
From bondage to be freed;
Our hearts' most bitter sorrow
For all Thy work undone-
So many talents wasted!

So few bright laurels won!

4. And with that sorrow mingling
A stedfast faith, and sure,