2 While the empress of the night Various through their mystic way;- 6 He, in these serenest hours, 7 Lifting all my thoughts above,, Thus to sleep, or wake, with thee! 681 7s M. DODDRIDGE. A Thought of Death suggested in the Night. 1 WHAT if death my sleep invade? 2 What if beams of opening day 3 Tender friends awhile may mourn 6 With thy heavenly presence blest, 682 L. M. An Evening Hymn. WATTS. 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past; He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. 683 L. M. Evening Hymn. BISHOP KENN. 1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son, That, with the world, myself, and thee, 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 4 O, may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids closeSleep that may me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him, ye angels round his throne; 684 P. M. Evening Aspiration. BISHOP HEBER. GOD, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light, Who the day for toil hast given, May thine angel guards defend us, 685 C. M. Nature's Evening Hymn. BOWRING. 1 THE heavenly spheres to thee, O God, Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds, Space, time, eternity. 2 Nature, a temple worthy thee, That beams with light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, Whose stars rejoice above; Whose altars are the mountain cliffs That rise along the shore; Whose anthems, the sublime accord 3 Her song of gratitude is sung Its earliest, loveliest flowers; While winter's silver heights reflect 4 On all thou smil'st; and what is man A breath but yesterday inspired, That clod shall mingle in the vale, 686 C. M. LIVERPOOL COL. Evening Hymn. 1 INDULGENT God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, O, let my grateful praise and prayer 2 What mercies has this day bestowed! 3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes, And let my waking thoughts arise |