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C. M. DODPRIDGE. Secret Prayer. Morning or Evening. 1 Father divine, thy piercing eye
Shoots through the darkest night; In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart discerning sight.
My duteous homage paid,
And every evening's shade.
The incense still inflame,
Through my Redeemer's name.
My soul in secret bless ;
Thy suppliant to confess.
6. L. M. PARNELL,
And chase the twilight from the skies,
And share it with a grateful mind. 2 O make our weary members blest,
With sweet refreshment in their rest,
Thy guardian arms around our head. 3 Upon our knees, as here we bow,
We pray the Lord of glory now
Should cause a darker night within.
E’en darkness will afford us joy;
C. M. WATTS.
In Evening Psalm. I Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I am forever thine ;
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free, 'T is sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
8. 7s M. ANONYMOUR.
Evening Hymn. 1 Mighty God! another day
Me hath sped along my way;
Nearer to my endless home.
For continued health and strength,
Still provided by thy care;
Guarded from each threatening ill,
Truth to seek, and heaven pursue. 4 Gracious God! my thanks sincere
Kindly stoop thee down to hear;
From a spirit filled with Thee!
Gird me with thy presence bright;
W. L. BOWLES. Starlight Frost. 1 The stars are shining over head,
In the clear frosty night;
So will they shine when we are dead,
As countless and as bright.
That e'en the proudest have,
In silence and the grave.
By our great Saviour's aid,
And all the stars shall fade.
10. L. M. NOEL.
Still courting sleep, which still will fly,
Illume the lone and midnight hour.
Soft will the stream of memory glide,
Waked by remembrance, live again. 3 Perhaps that anxious friend I trace,
Beloved till life's last throb shall cease,
A future bliss unknown on earth. 4 His faithful counsel, tender care,
Unwearied love, and humble prayer,
And all my drooping courage cheer. 5 If loud the wind, the tempest high,
And darkness wraps the sullen sky,
And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
O mark my trembling soul, and save ;
11. L. M. PIERPONT.
Evening Hymn. For a Child. 1 ANOTHER day its course hath run,
And still, O God, thy child is blest;
For thou hast been by day my sun,
And thou wilt be by night my rest.
And now when all the world is still,
12. L. M.
The sole possession of me take ;
And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie,
You Hallelujahs sing on high ;
Before the throne, and never rest. 3 I with your choir celestial join,
In offering up a hymn divine;
And bid the night and world farewell. 4 O may I always ready stand,
With my lamp burning in my hand ;
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice. 5 Blest Jesus, thou on heaven intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent ;-
And all my zeal is soon expired.
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart;
ATTRIBUTES AND PROVIDENCE OF GOD.
13. L. M. WATTS.
We can't behold thy bright abode;
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Nor angels climb the topless throne. 3 The Lord of glory builds his seat
Of gems incomparably bright:
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
Look through, and cheer us from above;
Near whom no grief can long abide,
I pass my years of banishment. 2 All scenes alike engaging prove
To souls impressed with sacred love;
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 3 To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
On any shore, since God is there. 4 While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
That were indeed a dreadful lot ;
C. M. WATTS.
And yet a God they own,
“Their thoughts believe there's none.'