2 The day is gone, its hours have run;
And Thou hast 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.

3 O Lord, forgive, and give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,

And loving hearts without alloy,
And inward peace, and purity.

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

4 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call ;
O 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.

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1 SUN of my soul! Thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if Thou be near:
Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live :
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,

Faber.

Now, Lord! the gracious work begin, Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love

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We lose ourselves in heaven above.

10s.

Keble.

SOON will the evening star, with silver ray,

Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day;
Resume we, then, ere sleep and silence reign,
The rites that heaven and holiness ordain.
2 Still let each sacred truth our thoughts engage,
That shines revealed on inspiration's page;
Nor those blest hours in vanity be past,
Which all who lavish shall lament at last.
3 Here let us humbly hope our Maker's smile
Will cheer our souls opprest with weekly toil;
And here, on each returning Sabbath, join
In prayer, in penitence, and praise divine.

4 O God and Saviour! in our hearts abide !
Thy grace renews us, and Thy precepts guide;
In life our guardian, and in death our friend,
Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end!

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Mason.

1 COME to the Saviour, make no delay;

Here in His word He has shown us the

way;

Here in our midst He's standing to-day,

Tenderly saying "Come!"

Joyful, joyful will the meeting be,

When from sin our hearts are pure and free:
And we shall gather, Saviour! with Thee,
In our eternal home.

2"Suffer the children!" Oh, hear His voice!
Let every heart leap forth and rejoice,
And let us freely make Him our choice;
Do not delay, but come.

3 Think once again, He's with us to-day;
Heed now His blest command, and obey;
Hear now His accents tenderly say,

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66 Will you, My children! come?"

L.M.

1 THOU glorious Sun of Righteousness, On this day risen to set no more,

Shine on us now to heal and bless With brighter beams than e'er before. 2 Shine on the temples of Thy grace; In righteousness Thy saints be clad; Unveil the brightness of Thy face, And make Thy chosen people glad.

3 Shine Thou on those for whom we mourn, Who know not yet Thy healing ray; Quicken their souls, and bid them turn To Thee, the Life, the Truth, the Way. 4 Shine on those tribes no country owns, On Judah, once Thy dwelling-place ; "Thy servants think upon her stones," And long to see her day of grace. 5 Shine on the missionary's home, Give him his heart's desire to see; Collect Thy scattered ones who roam; One fold, one Shepherd, let there be !

6 Shine till Thy glorious beams shall chase
The blinding mist from every eye,
Till every earthly dwelling-place
Shall hail the Day-spring from on high.

7 Shine on, shine on, Eternal Sun !
Pour richer floods of life and light,
Till that bright Sabbath be begun,
That glorious day which knows no night.
C. Elliot.

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WEET is the work, my God! my King!
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night!

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Oh! may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy counsels! how divine!

4 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below;

And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

Watts.

ADVENT.

"The seed of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head."

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-GEN. iii. 15.

L.M.

N Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry
Proclaims aloud, The Lord is nigh!
Awake and hearken; for he brings
Glad tidings from the King of kings.

2 Our God draws nigh! Let every breast
Be cleansed to greet the heavenly Guest ;
Each heart a dwelling-place prepare,
That He may come and enter there.

3 For Thou art our salvation, Lord,
Our refuge, and our great reward;
Without Thy grace we waste away,
Like flowers that wither and decay.

4 To heal the sick stretch forth Thy hand,
And bid the fallen sinner stand;

Shine forth, and let Thy light restore
Earth's own true loveliness once more.

5 All praise and glory be to Thee,
Whose advent sets Thy people free:
Like praise be to the Father given,
And Holy Ghost, in earth and heaven.
Chandler.

10 Joyful and triumphant ;

H! come, all ye faithful,

Oh! come ye, oh! come ye, to Bethlehem;

Come and behold Him

Born, the King of angels;