1

And many an hour be spent in vain

In seeking rest, and ease from pain.
6 Then bring our heart to rest, and close

Our weary eyes with sweet repose.
Protect us with thy mighty power,
Awake us at the wonted hour;
Then shall we thank thee, with delight,
For thy sweet gift-a blessed night!

418. EVENING HYMN.

C.M. Huntingtower—New London-Solomon. 1 God of the sun-light hours, how sad

Would evening shadows be, Or night, in deeper shadows clad,

If aught were dark to thee! 2 How mournfully that golden gleam

Would touch the thoughtful heart, If, with its soft, retiring beam,

We saw thy love depart!
3 But no; the gathering clouds may hide

Those gentle rays awhile;
Yet they who in thine house abide

Shall share again thy smile.
4 Enough, while these dull heavens may

lower,
Here if thy presence dwell;

Here if we feel thy nobler power,

Thy nobler praise we tell. 5 Yea, let creation's volume close,

Though every page be bright; On thine, still open, we repose

With more intense delight. 6 Thence, through the gloom of mortal

things, Thy mercy can disclose More love than many an angel sings,

For many a sinner's woes.

419. EVENING HYMN.

C.M. 1

Moravia-Farrant-French. 1 Lord, I commend myself to thee,

Now darkness shuts the scene; For thou, from earliest infancy,

Hast my Protector been. 2 Through all the perils of the night,

My life in safety keep; And grant me, with the morning light,

To wake refreshed by sleep. 3 And when the night of death shall come,

Let not its shades dismay;
But by thy presence chase the gloom,

And bring eternal day.

And many an hour be spent in vain

In seeking rest, and ease from pain. 6 Then bring our heart to rest, and close

Our weary eyes with sweet repose.
Protect us with thy mighty power,
Awake us at the wonted hour;
Then shall we thank thee, with delight,

For thy sweet gifta blessed night!
418.
EVENING HYMN.

C.M. Huntingtower—New London-Solomon. 1 God of the sun-light hours, how sad

Would evening shadows be,
Or night, in deeper shadows clad,

If aught were dark to thee!
2 How mournfully that golden gleam

Would touch the thoughtful heart,
If, with its soft, retiring beam,

We saw thy love depart! 3 But no; the gathering clouds may hide

Those gentle rays awhile;
Yet they who in thine house abide

Shall share again thy smile. 4 Enough, while these dull heavens may

lower,
Here if thy presence dwell;

Here if we feel thy nobler power,

Thy nobler praise we tell.
5 Yea, let creation's volume close,

Though every page be bright;
On thine, still open, we repose

With more intense delight. 6 Thence, through the gloom of mortal

things,
Thy mercy can disclose
More love than many an angel sings,

For many a sinner's woes.

419. EVENING HYMN.

C.M. MoraviałFarrant-French. 1 Lord, I commend myself to thee,

Now darkness shuts the scene;
For thou, from earliest infancy,

Hast my Protector been.
2 Through all the perils of the night,

My life in safety keep;
And grant me, with the morning light,

To wake refreshed by sleep. 3 And when the night of death shall come,

Let not its shades dismay;
But by thy presence chase the gloom,

And bring eternal day.

Os & 4s.

So sweet the memory left behind,

When loved ones breathe their last. 5 And lo! above the dews of night

The vesper star appears ;
So faith lights up the mourner's heart,

Whose eyes are dim with tears. 6 Night falls, but soon the morning light

Its glories shall restore;
And thus the eyes that sleep in death

Shall wake, to close no more. 423.

EVENING HYMN.
Custrin-Serug-National Anthem.
1 Father of love and power,
Guard thou our evening hour,

Shield with thy might.
For all thy care this day
Our grateful thanks we pay,
And to our Father pray,

Bless us to-night.
2 Jesus Emanuel,
Come in thy love to dwell

In hearts contrite;
For many sins we grieve,
But we thy grace receive,
And in thy word believe,

Bless us to-night.