God, this night,
of the light:
de, King of kings,
Almighty wings!
or Thy dear Son,
ay have done;
myself, and Thee,
ace may be.
at I may dread
s my bed;
at so I may
awful Day.

Thee repose,

ep mine eyelids close,

more vigorous make when I awake.

I sleepless lie,

enly thoughts supply;
disturb my rest,
mess me molest!

Whom all blessings flow;
reatures here below;
e, angelic host;
Son, and Holy Ghost.

4.

Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Lord, if it be reft of Thee:
Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams we see;
Till they pour their gladdening light
Through the darkness of our night.

Visit then these souls of Thine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill us, Lord, with light divine;
Scatter all our unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

MID-DAY.

L. M.

AND now the sun's all-piercing ray
Shines brightly in the full mid-day;
His golden beams on every side
Are glittering in their hour of pride.

O Thou, who o'er a guilty world
Thy beams of mercy hast unfurled,
Teach our cold hearts Thy grace to know,
Our love with noontide warmth to glow.

In this dark world while yet we stay,
And through the bliss of endless day,
Thy servants with Thy presence bless,
Jesu, Thou "Son of Righteousness."

5.

EVENING.

L. M.

GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings!
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
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 the awful Day.

O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest!

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow ;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, angelic host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

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.

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

If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

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.