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THRO' THE DAY THY LOVE HAS SPARED US.

CH. GOUNOD.

1. Thro' the day Thy love has spared us, Now we lay us down to rest, Thro' the silent watch - es guard us, 2. Pilgrims here on earth and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes; Us and ours preserve from dangers,

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Let no foe our peace molest; Jesus, Thou our Guardian be, Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

In Thine arms may we repose; And when life's short day is past, Rest with Thee in heaven at last. A-men.

NOW THE DAY IS OVER.

Rev. S. BARING GOULD.

1. Now the day is o-ver, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.

2. Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep, Birds, and beasts, and flowers Soon will be asleep. Amen.

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1. Our day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall;

But pass not from us with the sun, True 2. A-round the Throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Bring

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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, Lord, 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
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me, Amen. [flee:

GENERAL

HYMNS.

ANGEL VOICES EVER SINGING.

ARTHUR SULLIVAN.

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1. An - gel voices ev - er sing-ing, Round Thy throne of light, Angel harps for ev - er ring-ing,

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Rest not day nor night; Thousands only live to bless Thee, And confess Thee, Lord of might. A-men.

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4 In Thy house, great God, we offer
Of Thine own to Thee,

And for Thine acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,

Hearts and minds, and hands and voices,
In our choicest
Melody.

5 Honor, glory, might, and merit,
Thine shall ever be,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed Trinity,

Of the best that Thou hast given,
Earth and Heaven,

Render Thee.

Amen.

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