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4 The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 4 Let me hear Thy voice behind me, Paler now the glowing west,
Calming all these wild alarms; Swift the night of death advances; Let me, underneath my weakness, Shall it be the night of rest?
Feel the everlasting arms. 3 Lonely seems the vale of shadow; 5 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
Lord, I cast myself on Thee; Give me faith for clearer vision,
Tarry with me through the darkness; Speak Thou, Lord, in words of cheer. While I sleep, still watch by me.
6 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon Thy breast
CAROLINE L. SMITH 42 1 Part in peace! is day before us?
3 Part in peace! such are the praises Praise His Name for life and light:
God, our Maker, loveth best; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? Such the worship that upraises
Bless His care who guards the night. Human hearts to heavenly rest. 2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving; 4 Part in peace! our duties call us; Rend'ring, as we homeward tread,
We must serve as well as praise; Gracious service to the living,
Ask not what may here befall us; Tranquil memory to the dead.
Leave to God the coming days. Amen.
(d=96) O day of rest and glad-ness, O day of joy and light,
Obalm of care and
sad-ness, Most beau-ti-ful, most bright; On thee, the high and low-ly, Thro' a-ges
joined in tune, Sing, Ho-ly, Ho-ly, Ho-ly, To the great God Tri-une. A-men. As shade of clus - tered palm-trees 'Mid wea - ry wastes of sand.
2 On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation
Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven,
A triple light was given.
4 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls,
The silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel-light is glowing,
With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
3 Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise,
With streams of Paradise;
In life's dry dreary sand;
We view our promised land.
5 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
To spirits of the blest.
To Father, and to Son;
2 Lord, we would bring for offering,
Though marred with earthly soil, A week of earnest labor,
Of steady, faithful toil; Fair fruits of self-denial,
Of strong, deep love to Thee, Fostered by Thine own Spirit,
In our humility.
4 And with that sorrow mingling,
A steadfast faith, and sure,
That tries to make it pure;
The pardon that we need,
Celestial peace indeed.
3 And we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
From bondage to be freed; Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all Thy work undone-
So few bright laurels won!
5 So be it, Lord, for ever.
Oh, may we evermore,
His blessed name adore.
Within His temple-walls
(d=112) Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night. A - men.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; 4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast; When grace hath well refined my
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know word;
(shine, All I desired or wished below; Thy works of grace, how bright they And every power find sweet employ, How deep Thy counsels, how divine! In that eternal world of joy. Amen.
(d = 100) Blest day of God, most calm,most bright, The first, the best of