PHILIPPI. 75, 101.

Arr. fr. M. COSTA.

FATHER, by thy love and power,
Comes again the evening hour:
Light has vanished, labors cease,
Weary creatures rest in peace;
Thou, whose genial dews distil

On the lowliest weed that grows,
Father, guard our couch from ill,
Grant thy children sweet repose:
We to thee ourselves resign,
Let our latest thoughts be thine.

2 Saviour, to thy Father bear
This our feeble evening prayer:
Thou hast seen how oft to-day
We like sheep have gone astray;
Worldly thoughts and thoughts of pride,
Wishes to thy cross untrue,
Secret faults and undescried

Meet the spirit-piercing view;
Blessed Saviour, yet through thee
Pray that we may pardoned be.

3 Holy Spirit, breath of balm,
Fall on us in evening's calm;
Yet awhile, before we sleep,
We with thee will vigils keep.
Lead us on our sins to muse,

Give us truest penitence;
Then the love of God infuse,

Breathing humble confidence; Melt our spirits, mould our will, Soften, strengthen, comfort still.

4 Blesséd Trinity, be near

Through the hours of darkness drear; Then, when shrinks the lonely heart, Thou, O God, most present art. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Watch o'er our defenceless head; Let thy angels' guardian host

Keep all evil from our bed; Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to a song of praise.

Joseph Anstice.

From MENDELSSOHN.

INTERCESSION. P. M.

W. H. CALLCOTT.

When the weary, seek-ing rest,

WHEN the weary, seeking rest,
To thy goodness flee;

When the heavy-laden cast

All their load on thee;

When the troubled, seeking peace,
On thy name shall call;
When the sinner, seeking life,
At thy feet shall fall;

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

2 When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above;

When the prodigal looks back

To his Father's love;

When the proud man from his pride
Stoops to seek thy face;
When the burdened brings his guilt

To thy throne of grace;
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

3 When the stranger asks a home, All his toils to end;

When the hungry craveth food,

And the poor a friend; When the sailor on the wave

Bows the fervent knee; When the soldier on the field

Lifts his heart to thee;

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

4 When the man of toil and care,
In the city crowd,
When the shepherd on the moor,
Names the name of God;
When the learnéd and the high,

Tired of earthly fame,
Upon higher joys intent,

Name the blesséd Name; Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry, In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

Horatius Bonar.

SHIRLAND. S. M.

S. STANLEY.

118

"The throne of grace." BEHOLD the throne of grace!

The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer.

2 That rich atoning blood,

Which sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God An all-prevailing plea.

3 My soul! ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold:
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?

4 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;

I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.

5 Teach me to live by faith;

Conform my will to thine: Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine.

John Newton.

Arr. by C. STreetfield.

53

BARBER. S. M.

Arr. fr. MOZART.

SING to the Lord, our Might,

With holy fervor sing;

Let hearts and instruments unite
To praise our heavenly King.

2 This is his sacred house;

And this his festal day, When he accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay.

3 The Sabbath to our sires

In mercy first was given;

The Church her Sabbath still requires To speed her on to heaven.

4 And we, like them of old,
Are in the wilderness;

And God is now as near his fold
To pity and to bless.

5 Then let us open wide

Our hearts for him to fill;
And he that Israel then supplied,
Will keep his Israel still.

SILVER STREET. S. M.

Henry F. Lyte.

121 "Bless the Lord."

STAND up, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice;

Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart and soul and voice.

2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud, and magnify?

3 Oh, for the living flame

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our souls inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
4 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours:

Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.

5 Stand up, and bless the Lord;
The Lord your God adore;
Stand up, and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth, for evermore.

James Montgomery.

J. SMITH.

122

Psalm 95.

COME, Sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are his work, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own our gracious God.

Isaac Watts.