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1285. L. M.

1. ROCKED in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For Thou, O Lord! hast power to save.

2. I know Thou wilt not slight my call! For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall! And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3. And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine, Or though the tempest's fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!

3. Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one,
Is ours to breathe, while we adore,
Thy will be done!

4. In ocean caves still safe with Thee,
The germs of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

MRS. WILLARD.

1286. L. M.

1. GLORY to Thee, whose powerful word Bids the tempestuous winds arise! Glory to Thee, the sovereign Lord

Of air, and earth, and sea, and skies!

2. Let air, and earth, and skies obey,

And seas Thine awful will perform ; From them we learn to own Thy sway,

And shout to meet the gathering storm.

3. What though the floods lift up their voice; Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry; They can not damp Thy children's joys,

Or shake the soul when God is nigh.

4. Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,

And back to highest heaven are borne ; Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,

And all the watery world upturn.

5. Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy Your roaring to disturb our rest; In vain t' impair the calm ye try— The calm in a believer's breast.

6. Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries, Thou sea, the servant of His will; Rise, while our God permits thee, rise, But fall, when He shall say,-Be still.

C. WESLEY.

DOXOLOGY. L. M.

To God the Father, glory be,

And to His sole-begotten Son; The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee, While everlasting ages run.

TALLIS EVENING HYMN. L. M.

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1. Glory

to Thee, my God, this night, For all the bless-ings of the light;

1287. L. M.

2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3. Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed:
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at Thy judgment-day.

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4. O let my soul on Thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close!
Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5. Be Thou my guardian, while I sleep,
Thy watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard me from th' approach of ill.

6. Lord, let my soul for ever share

The bliss of Thy paternal care:
'Tis heaven on earth, 't is heaven above.
To see Thy face, and sing Thy love!

KENN.

1288. L. M.

1. O BLEST Creator of the light!

Who dost the dawn from darkness bring, And, framing nature's depth and hight.

Didst with the new-born light begin;

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2. Who, gently blending eve with morn.

And morn with eve, didst call them day:
Thick flows the flood of darkness down:
O, hear us as we weep and pray!

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3. Keep Thou our souls from schemes of crime;
Nor guilt remorseful let them know;
Nor, thinking but on things of time,
Into eternal darkness go.

4. Teach us to knock at heaven's high door;
Teach us the prize of life to win;
Teach us all evil to abhor,

And purify ourselves within.

LYRA CATH.

1289. L. M.

1. 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

2. Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear! It is not night if Thou be near;

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O, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

3. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

4. Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I can not live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

5. 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.

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ful calm, Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm.

5. Again emerging from the night,

I, like my risen Lord, shall rise;
Again drink in the morning light,
Pure at its fount above the skies.
COLLYER.

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us watch and raise the hymn;

1292. L. M.

1. NOT worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,
Need we to prove a God is here;
The daisy, fresh from winter's sleep,
Tells of His hand in lines as clear.

2. For who but He that arched the skies, And pours the day-spring's living flood; Wondrous alike in all He tries,

Could rear the daisy's purple bud;

3. Mold its green cup, its wiry stem,

Its fringed border nicely spin;
And cut the gold embossed gem,
That, set in silver, gleams within;

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4. Then fling it, unrestrained and free,

O'er hill and dale, and desert sod, That man, whene'er he walks, may see In every step the stamp of God.

J. M. GOOD.

1293. C. M.

1. O THOU, the heaven's eternal King!
Lord of the starry spheres!
Who with the Father equal art
From everlasting years;

2. Eternal Shepherd! who Thy flock
In Thy pure Font dost lave,
Where souls are cleansed, and all their
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3. Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
Adopt me for Thine own-
That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship at Thy throne!

LYRA CATH.

HEBRON. L. M.

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1. Thus far the Lord has led me on; Thus far His power prolongs my days;

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1294. L. M.

2. Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But He forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

3. I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head; While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

1295. L. M.

1. GREAT God! to Thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let Thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.

2. My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gentle, rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to Thy love and power.
3. And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of Thy love,
Ungrateful, can from Thee depart,

And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.

L. MASON.

4. Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus: His dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God!

And kind acceptance at Thy throne.

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4. Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours!
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

WATTS.

5. Let this blest hope mine eyelids close;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in Thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to Thy name.

MRS. STEELE.

1296. L. M.

1. My God! how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distill, like early dew.

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3. I yield my powers to Thy command;
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

WATTS.

1297. L. M.

1. GOD of my life, to Thee belong,
The grateful heart, the joyful song;
Touched by Thy love, each tuneful chord
Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2. Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care?
Why does Thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground,
On which so little fruit is found?

3. Still let the barren fig-tree stand,
Upheld and fostered by Thy hand;
And let its fruit and verdure be
A grateful tribute, Lord, to Thee.

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