Before we reach the heavenly fields, 5 Then let our songs abound, We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. 35 Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709. The Sabbath given to our Fathers. I SING to the Lord, our Might, Let hearts and instruments unite 2 This is His holy house, And this His festal day, When He accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay. 3 The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to Heaven. 4 We still, like them of old, And God is still as near His fold, 5 Then let us open wide Our hearts for Him to fill; And He that Israel then supplied, Ab Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), 1834. 37 Our day is almost o'er; O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou Rev. John Mason Neale (1818-1866), 1854. The Worship that never ceases. I OUR day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall; 2 Around the throne on high Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky 3 Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire; But, O the strains, how full and clear, 4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will 5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our daily life a psalm Of glory to Thy Name. 6 A little while, and then 38 Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend. Rev. John Ellerton (1826--), 1867. "Hath not where to lay His Head." I ALMIGHTY God, to-night 2 Thy tender love and care Prepares our peaceful bed; But Thou, O Saviour, hadst not where To lay Thy blessed head. 3 O keep us now from harm, As Thou hast done before; And let Thine everlasting arm Be round us evermore. 4 Let holy angels stand About us every night, Until they bear us to the land Rev. John Mason Neale, 1854. Ab EVENING HYMN. L. M. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guide my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711), 1697, 1709. Ab. Teach me to live, that I may dread 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Rev. John Keble (1792-1866), 1827. Ab. 43 Evening Praise and Prayer. Ps. iv. I THUS far the Lord has led me on, 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 3 I lay my body down to sleep; 4 Faith in His Name forbids my fear; 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709. Ab. |