4. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, 790. I. Evening. J. Ellerton. 8.7.8.7. D. NOW, on land and sea descending, Let our vesper-hymn be blending With the holy calm around. T Stars of heaven shine out above, Their Creator's changeless love. 2. Now, our wants and burdens leaving Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious, 791. I. Evening Hymn. UR day of praise is done; OUR S. Longfellow. The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, 2. Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky S.M 3. Too faint our anthems here; But O, the strains how full and clear 4. Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will, 5. 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, 6. A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; J. Ellerton. 792. I. Close of Evening Prayer. 1. THE day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, To Thee our morning hymns ascended, 9.8. 2. We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, Through all the world her watch is keeping, 3. As o'er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, 4. The sun, that bids us rest, is waking 5. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, J. Ellerton. 793. Close of Holy Day. I. NOW that our holy day is done, Lord, through the grace of Thy dear Son, 2. Put thoughts of worldly strife aside, 3. Faint echoes of our sacred songs 4. And in our busy waking hours, Let music from immortal bowers C.M. 794. 5. Send down through all the strifes of time A message from Thy sinless clime 6. Such songs shall help us to endure 7. Until this earthly conflict cease, Thou him wilt keep in perfect peace Sarah Doudney. Evening Brings us Home. 10.10.10.6. I. UPON the hills the wind is bleak and cold, The sweet young grasses wither on the wold, And we, O Lord, have wandered from Thy fold; But evening brings us home. 2. The sharp thorns prick us, and our tender feet Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat Their pitiful complaints! O rest is sweet When evening brings us home. 3. We have been wounded by the spoiler's darts, 4. The darkness gathers; through the gloom no star 5. The clouds are round us, and the snowdrifts thicken; J. Skelton. 795. I. Evening Hymn. 7S. D. 1. THE day is done, the sacred day of thought and toil is past, Soft falls the twilight cool and grey on the tired earth at last; By wisest teachers wearièd, by gentlest friends oppressed, In Thee alone, the soul outworn, refreshment finds and rest. 2. Bend, gracious Spirit, from above, like these o'erarching skies, And to Thy firmament of Love lift up these longing eyes; And folded by Thy sheltering Hand, in refuge still and deep, Let blessed thoughts from Thee descend, as drop the dews of sleep. 3. And when refreshed, the soul once more puts on new life and power, O let Thine image, Lord, alone gild the first waking hour! Let that dear Presence dawn and glow fairer than morn's first ray, : And Thy pure radiance overflow the splendour of the day. |