That which the garish day had loft
The twilight vigil brings,
While softlier the vesper bell

Its silver cadence rings,

The sense of an immortal truft,

The brush of angel wings!

Drop down behind the solemn hills,
O Day, with golden fkies!
Serene above its fading glow,
Night, ftarry-crowned arise!
So beautiful may Heaven be,
When Life's laft sunbeam dies!

C. M. P.

I

LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumbering care,

And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to fhed

The penitential tear,

And all his promises to plead

Where none but God can hear.

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,

And all my cares and sorrows caft
On Him whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my ftrength renew,
While here by tempefts driven.

Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impreffive hour,

And lead to endless day.

Mrs. Brown.

EVENING HYMN.

HE fhadows of the evening hours

Tall from the darkening sky;

Upon the fragrance of the flowers
The dews of evening lie:

Before thy throne, O Lord of Heaven,
We kneel at close of day;

Look on thy children from on high,
And hear us while we pray.

The sorrows of thy servants, Lord,
O do not thou despise;

But let the incense of our prayers
Before thy mercy rise;

The brightness of the coming night
Upon the darkness rolls:

With hopes of future glory chase
The fhadows on our souls.

Slowly the rays of daylight fade ;
So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
That one by one depart:
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
Within the heavens fhine;

Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in Heaven,
And trust in things divine.

Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God,
Upon our souls descend:

From midnight fears and perils, Thou

Our trembling hearts defend; Give us a respite from our toil,

Calm and subdue our woes;

Through the long day we suffer, Lord,

O give us now repose!

Miss A. A. Procter.

EVENING HYMN.

"Let my prayer be set before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice." - PSALM CXli. 2.

WEET Saviour! bless us ere we go;

Thy word into our minds inftil,

And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will;

Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our light.

The day is done, its hours are run,
And Thou haft taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,

The broken vow, the frequent fall;
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our light.

Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways

True absolution and release,

And bless us more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace;

Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our light.

Do more than pardon, give us joy,

Sweet fear, and sober liberty,

And simple hearts without alloy,

That only long to be like Thee;

Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light.

Labor is sweet, for Thou haft toiled,

And care is light, for Thou hast cared: Ah! never let our work be soiled

With ftrife, or by deceit ensnared;

Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light.

For those we love, the poor, the sad,

The finful, unto Thee we call;

Oh! let thy mercy make us glad!

Thou art our Jesus and our all;

Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light.

Sweet Saviour! bless us; night is come;
Through all its watches near us be;
Good angels watch about our home,
And we are one day nearer Thee.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our light.

Frederick Faber.