BLEST be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

S. M.

We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.


J. Fawcett.

8s, 7s.

TARRY with me, O my Saviour,
For the day is passing by ;
See, the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?

3 Let me hear Thy voice behind me,
Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.

4 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself. on Thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.

5 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me,—
Morning of eternal rest.


C. S. Smith.

C. M.

GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came ? They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

4 They marked the footsteps that He trod ;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For His own pattern given,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.


I. Watts.

L. M. 61.

AT evening time let there be light;
Life's little day draws near its close;
Around me fall the shades of night,
The night of death, the grave's repose;
To crown my joys, to end my woes,
At evening time let there be light.

2 At evening time let there be light;
Stormy and dark hath been my day;
Yet rose the morn benignly bright,
Dews, birds, and flowers cheered all the

Oh for one sweet, one parting ray!
At evening time let there be light.

3 At evening time there shall be light;
For God hath said, "So let it be!"
Fear, doubt, and anguish, take their flight,
His glory now is risen on me ;

Mine eyes shall His salvation see; 'Tis evening time, and there is light. J. Montgomery.


L. M.

SAVIOUR, When night involves the skies,
My soul, adoring, turns to Thee;

Thee, self-abased in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me.

2 On Thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn.

3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To Thee my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings.

4 O'er earth when shades of ev'ning steal,
To death and Thee my thoughts I give;
To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel,
To Thee, with Whom I trust to live.


T. Gisborne.


GO DOWN, great sun, into thy golden west, The day is done, the hours of labor past; The night's dark shadows deepen all around;

The day is over; rest has come at last.

2 And so our life to even-tide draws nigh, Our days of change their course have almost run;

And soon the storms of winter will be past, And then comes summer, and the unsetting sun.

3 And in that holier world of joy and peace, Our sun shall rise upon a land so blest, That none in this poor world have words to tell

How great the joy of that pure heavenly rest.

E. Husband.



WE would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen

Across this little landscape of our life; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen,

For the last weariness, the final strife.

2 We would see Jesus, the great rock foundation

Whereon our feet were set by sovereign


Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see His face.

3 We would see Jesus: other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced

to see;

The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing; We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.

4 We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers Round the dear objects it has loved so


And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers;

Our love to Thee makes not this love less strong.

5 We would see Jesus: sense is all too binding,

And heaven appears too dim, too far


We would see Thee, Thyself our hearts reminding

What Thou hast suffered, our great debt

to pay.

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