ALL'S WELL. 'HE day is ended. THE Ere I fink to fleep, My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine; With loving kindness curtain Thou my bed, At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee, No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake; All's well, whichever fide the grave for me The morning light may break! NIGHT. H. McEwen Kimball. H EAR my prayer, O Heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to fleep: Bid Thy angels pure and holy Great my fins are, but Thy mercy Keep me through this night of peril, None fhall measure out Thy patience Pardon all my past transgreffions ; Give me ftrength for days to come; Guide and guard me with Thy bleffing Till Thine angels bid me home! Thomas Park. 1797. AN EVENING SONG. LORD, a happy child of Thine, Patient in the love of Thee, In the light, the life divine, Lives and walks at liberty. Leaning on Thy tender care O my Saviour, Guardian true, In Thy arms I fall asleep. A. L. Waring. WHEN WE CANNOT SLEEP. HAT ails my heart, that in my breaft WHAT It thus unquiet lies; And that it now of needful reft Deprives my tired eyes? Let not vain hopes, griefs, doubts or fears, But caft on God thy thoughtful cares, In vain that soul attempteth aught, In vain as rifing in the morn In vain to bed we late return, For when of reft our fin deprives, On Thee, O Lord! on Thee therefore, Thy free remiffion I implore, And Thy refreshing grace. Forgive Thou me, that when my mind I sought elsewhere my peace to find, And, gracious God! vouchsafe to grant, The needful reft which now I want, That I may praise Thy name. George Wither. 1641. MIDNIGHT. AWAKE, my soul, awake to prayer; Thy vigil of the night prepare: Now all around is dark and ftill, The time to sacred thought is dear, It seems to plead with gentle breath; I came to suffer in thy ftead; Thus filent hours of darkness prove |