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Thee,self-a - based in mor-tal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. Amen.
Oh, in what di-vers pains they met! Oh, with what joy they went a-way. A - men.
2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we
5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, Oppress'd with various ills draw near; For none are wholly free from sin; What if Thy form we cannot see?
And they who fain would love Thee best We know and feel that Thou art here. Are conscious most of wrong within. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; 6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;
For some are sick, and some are sad, Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried, And some have never loved Thee well, Thy kind, but searching glance can scan
And some have lost the love they had. The very wounds that shame would 4 And some have found the world is vain,
hide. Yet from the world they break not free, 7 Thy touch has still its ancient power; And some have friends who give them No word from Thee can fruitless fall; pain,
Hear, in this solemn evening hour, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. And in Thy mercy heal us all. Amen.
eve -ning sac
ri - fice.
5 Save that His will be done,
In Him to all beside.
6 Thus would I live; yet now
Not I, but He,
Henceforth alive in me.
7 One sacred Trinity,
One Lord divine,
And He for ever mine. Amen.
Night is draw - ing
Ho - ly Fa-ther, cheer our way With Thy love's per-pet
2 Holy Saviour, calm our fears
3 Holy Spirit, be Thou nigh When earth's brightness disappears; When in mortal pains we lie; Grant us in our later years
Grant us, as we come to die,
Light at evening-time.
Darkness is not dark to Thee;
Richard H. ROBINSON
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
On Him whom I adore.
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4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brightest scenes in heaven;
While here by tempests driven.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
PHCEBE H. BROWN
FREDERICK A. G. OUSELEY
(d=84) The ra-diant morn hath passed away,
And spent too soon her gold - en store;
Free from care,from la-bor free, Lord, I would com-mune with thee. A-men.
2 Thou, Whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 4 Thou, Who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;