HURSLEY. L.M.

Arranged from PETER RITTER, by W. H. MONK.

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MEN.

104.
"At evening time it shall be light."
COME, Father, with the coming night,
Refresh and cheer my weary heart;
At evening time it shall be light,
If thou art near, though day depart.
From tedious toil, from anxious care,
Dear Lord, I turn again to thee;
Thy presence and thy smile to share
Makes every burden light to me.

With thee, of all sad thoughts beguiled,
Peace nestles in my tranquil breast;
And, like a pleased and happy child,
In thy kind arms I sink to rest.

Ray Palmer. "They that know thy name will put their trust in thee."

105.
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.

If some poor wandering child of thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant slumbers, pure and light.

O FATHER, bless us ere we go!
Thy word into our minds instil,
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.

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.

Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release ;
And bless us more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

Do more than pardon, - give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty;
And loving hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like thee.
For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto thee we call :
Oh, let thy mercy make us glad!
Thou art our Father and our All!

Frederick W. Faber.

107.

"In thy light shall we see light."

O GOD, before the sun's bright beams
All night's dark shadows fly;
When on the soul thy mercy gleams,
All doubts and terrors die.

So freshly falls thy heaven-sent grace,
As morning's gladdening breath, -
Gives light to all to seek thy face,
And guides in life and death.

O holy light! O light of God!
O light unseen below,

Which fills the courts of thine abode,
Which there the blest shall know.

Swift comes the hour when none can toil,
Short is the rugged way :

Teach us our lamps to fill with oil,
Whilst it is called to-day.

Then we shall see that glorious light,
Which to the saints is given,

So sweet, so fair, so passing bright,

The eternal morn of heaven.

Father in heaven, to thee are known
Our many hopes and fears,
Our heavy weight of mortal toil,
Our bitterness of tears.

We pray thee for our absent ones,
Who have been with us here;
And in our secret heart we name
The distant and the dear.

For weary eyes, and aching hearts,
And feet that from thee rove,

The sick, the poor, the tried, the fallen,
We pray thee, God of love.

We bring to thee our hopes and fears,

And at thy footstool lay;
And, Father, thou who lovest all

Wilt hear us as we pray.

109.

Hymns of the Spirit.

"In simplicity and godly sincerity."

Now that the sun is beaming bright,

Implore we, bending low,

That he, the uncreated Light,

May guide us as we go.

No sinful word, nor deed of wrong,

Nor thoughts that idly rove,

But simple truth be on our tongue, And in our hearts be love.