HYMN

IX.

BEFORE is gone the light of day,

Creator of the world, we pray

That thou with wonted love would'st keep

Thy watch around us while we sleep.

O let no evil dreams be near,
No terrors of the night appear ;

Our ghostly enemy restrain,

Lest aught of sin our bodies stain.

Blest Father, that we ask be done
Through Jesus Christ thine only Son,

To whom for evermore with Thee

And Holy Ghost all glory be. Amen.

HYMN

X.

ND now the day is past and

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gone,

We sing, O God, thy praise; And while the night is hasting on,

Our humble prayer we raise.

The ill that we have done this day,
Incline us to deplore;

In mercy put our sin away,

And bid us sin no more.

The watchful lion prowls around
To ravish and devour:

Beneath thy wings may help be found,
To save us from his power.

When shall the day arise, O God,

That ne'er shall set in gloom? When shall we reach the blest abode, Where danger cannot come?

To God, adored in ages past,

The undivided Three

To God, whose worship aye shall last, All praise and glory be. Amen.

HYMN

XI.

HE day is past and over:

THE

All thanks, O Lord, to thee:

I pray thee now, that sinless

The hours of night may be :

O Jesus, keep me in thy sight,

And save me through the coming night.

The joys of day are over:

I lift my heart to thee; And ask thee, that offenceless

The hours of night may be:

O Jesus, make their darkness light,
And save me through the coming night.

The toils of day are over;

I raise the hymn to thee; And ask, that free from peril

The hours of night may

be:

O Jesus, keep me in thy sight,

And save me through the coming night.

Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour,

Or sleep in death shall I;

And in their scorn the wicked

Triumphantly shall cry,

He could not make their darkness light,
Nor guard them through the hours of night.

Be thou my soul's defender,

Good Lord, for thou dost know,
Throughout the hours of darkness
How sleepless is the foe:

Thou ever wakeful, hear my prayer,
And keep me in thy mighty care.

Amen.

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HYMN

XII.

IS that bright and orbed blaze, gone,

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 For ever 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.