3 Since on this winged hour
Eternity is hung,

Waken by Thine almighty power
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;
O, be it still pursued,

Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light,

Lest life's young golden beam should die
In sudden, endless night.

HYMN

SUN

UN of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;

Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

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.

4 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

HYMN

355.

Parting.

III. 1.

FOR

NOR a season call'd to part,
Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.

2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer;
Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep,
Let Thy mercy and Thy care
All our souls in safety keep.

3 In Thy strength may we be strong;
Sweeten every cross and pain;
Spare us, that we may, ere long,
Meet and worship Thee again.

HYMN

356.

C. M.

AVIOUR! in mercy hear the sighs
Which unto Thee we send ;

To Thee our inmost spirit cries,
Our Life, our Hope, our End!

2 Abide with us, and with Thy light
Illume the soul's abyss;

Dispel the darkness of our night,
Bring in Thy day of bliss.

HYMN

357.

L. M.

H God, creation's secret Force,
Thyself unmor'd, all motion's source,

Who from the morn till evening's ray
Through all its changes guid'st the day;

2 Grant us, when this short life is past,
The glorious evening that shall last;
That, by a holy death attain'd,
Eternal glory may be gain'd.

HYMN

358.

III. 2.

SA

Saturday Evening.

AFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek

On th' approaching holy day;
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies multiplied each hour

Through the week our praise demand;
Guarded by almighty pow'r,

Fed, and guided by His hand :
Though ungrateful we have been,
And repaying love with sin.

3 While we pray for pard'ning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciled face,.

Drive away our sin and shame;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this night with Thee.

4 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes,
When we in Thy house appear:
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

5 May Thy gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints; Such the days of rest we love, Till we join the church above.

FOR CHILDREN.

HYMN

359.

C. M.

BY

Y cool Siloam's shady rill
How fair the lily grows!

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose, that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour
Of man's maturer age,

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, who givest life and breath, We seek Thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age and death, To keep us still thine own.

HYMN

360.

C. M.

TH

The Lord's-day Morning.

THIS is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead;

Why should I still my eyelids close
And waste my hours in bed!

2 This is the day when Jesus broke
The powers of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well?

3 To-day with pleasure Christians meet,
To pray and hear Thy word;
And I would go with cheerful feet,
To learn Thy will, O Lord.

4 I'll leave my sport to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven:
O may I love this blessed day
The best of all the seven.

HYMN

361.

C. M.

MY

Y God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,

And, to give light to all below,
Dost send him round the skies: