1 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.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
With Thy divine protection blest.

3 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.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine,
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin,
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Come near, and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love,

We lose ourselves in heaven above. III.

Melcombe.

J. B. DYKES.

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1 Again as evening's shadow falls,
We gather in these hallowed walls;
And evening hymn and evening prayer
Rise mingling on the holy air.

2 May struggling hearts that seek release,
Here find the rest of God's own peace;
And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer;
Lay down their burden and their care.

3 O God our Light! to Thee we bow;
Within all shadows standest Thou;
Give deeper calm than night can bring;
Give sweeter songs than life can sing.

4 Life's tumult we must meet again,
We cannot at the shrine remain;
But in the spirit's secret cell

May hymn and prayer for ever dwell. AMEN. III.

1 The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows;
O Brightness of the Father's Glory, Thou,
Eternal Light of Light, be with us now;
Where Thou art present, darkness cannot be:
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord with Thee.

2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end,

Onward to darkness and to death we tend;
O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide,
Be Thou our Light in death's dark eveutide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.

3 Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,

Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,

And earthly hopes and human succors fail:

When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh,

And hear Thy voice, "Fear not, for it is I,"

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St. Michael.

1 A herald voice the lonely | desert cheers;
Prepare the way! Jehovah God appears!
The Saviour comes, by prophets | long foretold;
The deaf shall hear Him, and the | blind behold.

2 Lo! from the stem of Jesse springs a rod,
His name Immanuel, the Mighty God,

The Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace,
Whose sacred government shall still increase.
3 Justice and judgment shall His throne defend,
And peace with white-robed innocence descend;
The Lord of Hosts shall o'er His foes prevail,
And crime shall cease, and falsehood's empire fail.
4 As the good shepherd's care his flock directs,
By day o'ersees them and by night protects;
So shall mankind His guardian care engage,
The promised Father of an endless age.

5 See a long train fair Salem's courts adorn!
See future sons and daughters, yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Receiving life, preparing for the skies!