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NOTHER day is numbered with the past,
Another night is given us for rest, Father, my spirit at thy feet I cast,
O! gather it unto thy loving breast.
Look on its failures, efforts, and mistakes,
Look on its inward stubborn roots of fin, See how the law that it accepts, it breaks,
Lord! to thy secret presence take it in!
Nightly, Thou sendest rest to all the earth,
Sendest a time for silence and returning, O, Father! teach me all the holy worth
Of the still hours when thy clear stars are burning.
Thou givest me rest that with the day's beginning
may rise strong and fresh for the new day, So, purged and rested from its frequent sinning,
May my soul rise prepared for its strait way.
Bless those that love me, those that love me not,
Strengthen the feeble and uplift the grieving, Send to thy children, in whatever lot,
Riches, and peace, and strength in true believing.
So to thy arms my body I commit,
My weary body to thine arms outspread : Prepare me to accomplish what is fit,
And peace and pureness watch beside my bed.
TO the glory of thy Holy Name,
But, ever ready with an open ear.
As one that hath his love withdrawn from me, 'T is that my faith may to the full be tried,
And I thereby may only better see
Thomas Ellwood. 1669.
How good a God have we! who for our sake,
God have we! who for our sake, To us Did change the order of creation :
At first He made
Man like Himself in his own image ; now
Jeremy Taylor. 1667.
YALM on the listening ear of night
Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains !
Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there ; And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply ; And greet, from all their holy heights,
The dayspring from on high.
On the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her filent groves of palm.
“Glory to God!” the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring ;
From heaven's Eternal King !
Light on thy hills, Jerusalem !
The Saviour now is born !
Rev. E. H. Sears.
A HYMN OF THE NATIVITY, SUNG BY THE
LOOMY night embraced the place
Where the noble infant lay :
In spite of darkness it was day.
We saw thee in thy balmy nest,
Young dawn of our eternal day ;
And chase the trembling shades away :