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.

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.

And while the hours in order flow,
O Lord, securely fence

Our gates beleaguered by the foe, -
The gate of every sense.

And grant that to thine honor, Lord,
Our daily toil may tend;
That we begin it at thy word,
And in thy favor end. AMEN.

Saint Ambrose. Tr. J. H. Newman.t
IIO. "The Lord God is our sun and shield."
Now from the altar of our hearts

Let incense-flames arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.

NORTHAMPTON.

C.M.

This day thou wast our sun and shield,
Our keeper and our guide;
Thy care was on our frailty shown,
Thy mercies multiplied.

Minutes and mercies multiplied
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More fleet and free than they.

New time, new favors, and new joys, Do a new song require;

Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our hearts' desire.

John Mason.

WILLIAM CROFT.

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