Morning Hymn.

When the darkening vale I tread, And my friend beside me weeps! the pang remove,

Death assuage,

Let me then the stronger prove,
Vanquishing with heavenward breath,
While I praise thee, Lord of death!

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EVENING HYMN.

"T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

Sun 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!

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!

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!

ABIDE WITH ME.

ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide;
The darkness thickens; Lord, with me abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh abide with me!

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!

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as thou dwelt'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me.

Come, not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

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Abide with Me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee:
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

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, oh abide with me!

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 vic-
tory?

I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

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 shad ows flee!

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

EMMAUS.

ABIDE with us, O wondrous guest!
A stranger still, though long possessed;
Our hearts thy love unknown desire,
And marvel how the sacred fire
Should burn within us, while we stray
From that sad spot where Jesus lay.

So when our youth, through bitter loss, Or hopes deferred, draws near the Cross, We lose the Lord our childhood knew, And God's own word may seem untrue: Yet Christ himself shall soothe the way Towards the evening of our day.

And though we travel towards the west, 'Tis still for toil and not for rest;

No fate except with life is done;

At Emmaus is our work begun ;

Then let us watch, lest tears should hide The Lord who journeys by our side!