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. 23 1 L.M. 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. ; 5 And none, O Lord! have perfect rest, 24 1 8.7.8.7.7.7. Twells. THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us; Through the silent watches guard us, Jesu! Thou our guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in Thee. 2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, 25 10 And, when life's short day is past, LIGHT of life, O Saviour dear, Before we sleep bow down Thine ear; 2 Oft from Thy royal road we part, 3 What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight, 4 Through day and darkness, Saviour dear, Till on Thy face we lift our eyes, 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, Through the darkness be Thou near me, 2 Through this day Thy hand hath led me, 3 Let my sins be all forgiven, 27 Bless the friends I love so well; 1 Happy there with Thee to dwell. Duncan. C.M. THE daylight fades, and evening shades 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 3 Pardon my sin, and enter in SATURDAY. 'Keep thy foot when thou goest to the House of God." 28 1 THIS -ECCLES. v. i. C.M. HIS is the day to tune with care Would we for Sabbaths well prepare, 2 Before the Majesty of heaven No honour half so great is given 3 Yet, if his heart be not prepared, 4 We must beforehand lay aside And wear the robe of Jesu's Bride,-- 5 We must forsake this world below, Strive with a seraph's love to glow, 6 Lord of the offering we bring, Our Prophet, our High Priest, and King, 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, From Thy perfect work didst rest, |