With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; And as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies. 4 And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus, Thy Heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise. William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759-1829), 1813. Ab, and alt. FELICE GIARDINI (1716-1796), 1765.

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The Trinity invoked.

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise;

Scatter our enemies,

And make them fall;

Let Thine almighty aid
Our sure defence be made;
Our souls on Thee be stayed:
Lord, hear our call.

3 Come, Thou Incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword,

Our prayer attend:
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy Word success:
Spirit of Holiness,

On us descend.

4 Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear

In this glad hour:
Thou who Almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of Power.

5 To the great One and Three
Eternal praises be

Hence, evermore.
His Sovereign Majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), 1757.

2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend
In compassion, now descend;
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.
3 In Thine own appointed way,

Now we seek Thee, here we stay:
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow.

4 Send some message from Thy Word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let Thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn,
Let the time of joy return;
Heal the sick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

Rev. William Hammond (-1783), 1745. Ab.

FERRIER. 7.

Sabbath Evening.

I FOR the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to Thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of Heaven.

2 Cold our services have been,
Mingled every prayer with sin;
But Thou canst and wilt forgive:
By Thy grace alone we live.

3 Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May Thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with Thee at last.
4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove
Foretastes of our joys above;
While their steps Thy pilgrims bend
To the rest which knows no end.

O. P., 1826. Ab.

Rev. JOHN BACCHUS DYKES (1823-1876), 1861.

2 With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

4 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

5 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people's death.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away:

Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;

Then, from Thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.

Bp. George Washington Doane (1799-1859), 1824.

For the coming week.

Ps. lxxiii. 24.

I THROUGH the passing of the week,
Father, we Thy presence seek:
'Midst this world's deceitful maze
Keep us, Lord, in all our ways.

2 O, what snares our path beset!
O, what cares our spirits fret!
Let no earthly thing, we pray,
Draw our souls from Thee away.

3 Thou hast set our daily task,
Grace and strength from Thee we ask;
Thou our joys and griefs dost send,
To Thy will our spirits bend.

4 Still in duty's lowly round
Be our patient footsteps found:
With Thy counsel guide us here,
Till in glory we appear.

Bp. William Walsham How (1823-), 1872. Ab.