O conqueror of the grave! be Thou our Guide, Be Thou our Light in death's dark eventide ! Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 3 Thou! who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer; Come, Lord! in lonesome days, when storms assail,

And earthly hopes and human succours fail; When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, And hear Thy voice, "Fear not, for it is I!” 4 The weary world is mouldering to decay ; Its glories wane, its pageants fade away; In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, May we arise awakened by Thy call! With Thee, O Lord! for ever to abide In that blest day which has no eventide. Bp. Wordsworth.

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AT even, ere the sun was set,

The sick, O Lord! around Thee lay: Oh! in what divers pains they met ! Oh! with what joy they went away! 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. 3 O 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.

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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.
6 O 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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Twells.

THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us;
Now we lay us down to rest;

Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest:

Jesu! Thou our guardian be;

Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
In Thine arms may we repose,

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And, when life's short day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last. Kelly.
L.M.

LIGHT of life, O Saviour dear,

Before we sleep bow down Thine ear;
Through night and day, o'er land and sea,
We have no other hope but Thee.

2 Oft from Thy royal road we part,
Lost in the mazes of the heart :
Our lamps put out, our course forgot,
We seek for God and find Him not.

3 What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight,
What dawning risen upon the night!
Thou giv'st Thyself to us, and we
Find guide and path and all in Thee.

4 Through day and darkness, Saviour dear,
Abide with us more nearly near;

Till on Thy face we lift our eyes,
The Sun of God's own Paradise.

5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend, Praise Him through time till time shall end, Till psalm and song His name adore,

Through Heaven's great day of evermore.

1 JESU, tender Shepherd! hear me,
Bless Thy little lamb to-night;

Through the darkness be Thou near me,
Keep me safe till morning light.

2 Through this day Thy hand hath led me,
And I thank Thee for Thy care;
Thou hast warmed me, clothed and fed me,
Listen to my evening prayer.

3 Let my sins be all forgiven,

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Bless the friends I love so well;
Take me, when I die, to heaven,

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Happy there with Thee to dwell. Duncan.

C.M.

THE daylight fades, and evening shades
Are gathering round my head;
Father above, I own the love

That smoothes and guards my bed!

2 While Thou art near I need not fear

The gloom of midnight hour;

Blest Jesus, still from every ill
Defend me with Thy power.

3 Pardon my sin, and enter in
And sanctify my heart;
Spirit Divine, oh! make me Thine,
And ne'er from me depart.

SATURDAY.

'Keep thy foot when thou goest to the House of God."

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HIS is the day to tune with care
Each unseen chord within :

Would we for Sabbaths well prepare,
To-day we should begin.

2 Before the Majesty of heaven
To-morrow we appear;

No honour half so great is given
Throughout man's sojourn here.

3 Yet, if his heart be not prepared,
His soul not meetly dressed,
In vain that honour will be shared,--
No smile will greet the guest.

4 We must beforehand lay aside
Our own polluted dress,

And wear the robe of Jesu's Bride,--
His spotless righteousness.

5 We must forsake this world below,
Forget all earthly things;

Strive with a seraph's love to glow,
And soar on angel's wings.

6 Lord of the offering we bring,
To Thee our hopes aspire;

Our Prophet, our High Priest, and King,
Fulfil our heart's desire.

C. Elliott.

THE LORD'S DAY.

"Call the Sabbath a delight, the holy of the Lord, honourable."-ISA. lviii. 13.

1 HAIL, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams,
Light, which not of earth is born,
From thy dawn in glory streams;
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.
2 Sad and weary were our way,
Fainting oft beneath our load,
But for thee, thou blessed day,
Resting-place on life's rough road.
Here flow forth the streams of grace,
Strengthened hence we run the race.
3 Great Creator, who this day

From Thy perfect work didst rest,
By the hearts that own Thy sway,
Hallowed be its hours and blest;
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to heaven alone.
4 Saviour, who this day didst break
The dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake,
Shine through all its sin and gloom :
Let me, from my bonds set free,
Rise from sin and live to Thee.