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3 He lulls with song so gentle
The babe to sweet repose: Anon the chords are silent,
The wearied eyelids close.
W God be with us, for the night is closing ;
ing; And 'neath His shadow here to rest we yield
For He will shield us.
2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us; Till morning cometh, watch, O Father, o'er
us; In soul and body Thou from harm defend us,
Thine angels send us. 3 Let pious thoughts be ours when sleep o'er
Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning
All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing
Thy praise pursuing. 4 Through Thy Beloved soothe the sick and
weeping, And bid the captive lose his griefs in sleep
Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend
5 We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us
Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast'
But Thy dear presence will not leave them
Who seek Thee only. 6 Father, Thy name be praised, Thy kingdom
given; Thy will be done on earth, as 'tis in heaven; Give daily bread; forgive our sins; deliver Us now and ever.
C. Winkworth, Tr.
52 LORD, to Thee I lift my eyes,
Hands and heart I lift to Thee; Let my prayer accepted rise,
Weak, imperfect though it be. 2 Teach me, Lord, Thy name to know;
Teach me, Lord, Thy name to love; May I do Thy will below,
As Thy will is done above. 3 Savior God, Thy grace impart,
Give me strength to follow Thee; Live Thyself within my heart,
Set my ransomed spirit free. 4 When I go to rest at night,
O'er me watch and near me stay; And when morning brings the light,
May I wake to praise and pray.
town; The song-birds in silence have flown to their
nest, And flowers are closing their petals in rest; So closes my heart to annoyance and care. In homage and prayer, In homage and prayer.
2 I praise for this day
The Father in heaven, who prospered my way, Who shielded from danger, protected from
harm, Promoted my labor, and strengthened my
arm; For hours that passed lightly as birds on the
wing Thanksgiving I bring, Thanksgiving I bring.
3 Forgive me, O Lord, My sins and transgressions in deed and in
word! Thou knowest my heart and my innermost
thought; The words I have spoken, the deeds I have
wrought, My errors and failings I deeply regret: Forgive and forget, Forgive and forget!
4 I ask for no more;
My light I extinguish and fasten the door, And seeking my chamber, betake me to rest, Assured that my slumber this night will be
blest; I fondly confide to Thy care and control My body and soul, My body and soul.
S. O. Brun. O. T. Sanden, Tr.
THE day is past and over:
All thanks, O Lord, to Thee;
Thee that offenseless
2 The joys of day are over:
I lift my heart to Thee,
The hours of gloom may be.
3 The toils of day are over:
I raise the hymn to Thee,
The hours of fear may be.
4 Lighten mine eyes, O Savior,
Or sleep in death shall I, And he, my wakeful tempter,
Triumphantly shall cry: "He could not make their darkness light, Nor guard them through the hours of night.”
5 Be Thou my soul's Preserver,
O God for Thou dost know
Through which I have to go.
THE day is done;
O God the Son,
O Light of light,
Keep me this night,
3 I need not fear
If Thou art near;
4 Thy gentle eye
Is ever nigh;