2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;
With thee began, with thee shall end the day;
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,
That in this house have called upon thy name.

3 Grant us thy peace, Lord! through the coming night,
Turn thou for us its darkness into light;

From harm and danger keep thy children free,
For dark and light are both alike to thee.

4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life,
Our balm in sorrow and our stay in strife;
Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease,
Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace.

32 (DORRNANCE) 8.7.8.7

John Ellerton

I Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 3 Though destruction walk around us, Ere repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing:
Thou canst save, and thou canst
heal.

2 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.

4

Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us; We are safe if thou art nigh. Should swift death this night o'ertake

us,

And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake as, Clad in light and deathless bloom.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3 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.

Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,

4 If some poor wandering child of thine Till in the ocean of thy love Have spurned to-day the voice divine, We lose ourselves in heaven above.

fail, and com-forts flee, Help of the help-less, O a bide with

d.

me.

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;

O thou who changest not, abide with me.

3 I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

4

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless :

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.

Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Henry F. Lyte