2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see?

We know and feel that Thou art here.

30 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;

For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had,
4 And some have found the world is vain,
Yet from the world they break not free,
And some have friends who give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.

5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would love Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.

60 Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind, but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide.

7 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.

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HE shadows of the evening hours
Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers
The dews of evening lie.

2 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.

3 The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord,
Oh, do not Thou despise,

But let the incense of our prayers
Before Thy mercy rise.

4 The brightness of the coming night
Upon the darkness rolls;

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

5 Slowly the rays of daylight fade :
So fade within our heart

The hopes in earthly love and joy,
That one by one depart.

6 Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
Within the heavens shine:

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

7 Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God, Upon our souls descend;

From midnight fears, and perils, Thou
Our trembling hearts defend:

8 Give us a respite from our toil; Calm and subdue our woes;

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Through the long day we labor, Lord,
Oh, give us now repose.

'HE day is past and over:

THE

All thanks, O Lord, to Thee!

I pray Thee that offenceless

The hours of dark may be.
O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

P. M.

And save me through the coming night!

2 The joys of day are over:
I lift my heart to Thee;
And call on Thee that sinless
The hours of gloom may be.

Q Jesu, make their darkness light,
And save me through the coming night!

3 The toils of day are over:
I raise the hymn to Thee,
And ask that free from peril
The hours of fear may be:
O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

And guard me through the coming night!

4 Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour,
Or sleep in death shall I,
And he, my wakeful tempter,
Triumphantly shall cry

"He could not make their darkness light, Nor guard them through the hours of night."

5 Be Thou my soul's preserver,

O God! for Thou dost know How many are the perils

Through which I have to go. Lover of men, oh, hear my call,

And guard and save me from them all!

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AVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save and Thou canst heal.

2 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He Who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.

3 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe, if Thou art nigh.

4 Be Thou nigh, should death o'ertake us;
Jesu then our refuge be,
And in Paradise awake us,
There to rest in peace with Thee.

5 Father, to Thy holy keeping
Humbly we ourselves resign;
Saviour, Who hast slept our sleeping,
Make our slumbers pure as Thine;
6 Blessed Spirit, brooding o'er us,
Chase the darkness of our night,
Till the perfect day before us
Breaks in everlasting light.

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LL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings.

2 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.

3 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.

4 Oh, 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.

5 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.

6 Oh, when shall I, in endless day,
Forever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
All praise to Thee, eternal King?

7 Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, angelic host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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OD, that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light;

Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night:

May Thine angel-guards defend us,
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night.

2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping,
And, when we die,

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May we in Thy mighty keeping,

All peaceful lie :

When the last dread call shall wake us,
Do not Thou, our God, forsake us,

But to reign in glory take us

With Thee on high.

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C. M.

OW from the altar of our hearts
Let flames of love arise;

Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.