Faithful to thee His mercies prove; Through death's dark vale He bids thee co And more than conquer through His love Robes thee in righteousness divine, Apd makes thy crown of glory shine. CHARLES WESLE THE VOICE FROM GALILEE. HEARD the voice of Jesus say, Come unto me and rest; Thy head upon my breast. Weary and worn and sad, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, Behold, I freely give Of that life-giving stream; And now I live in Him. I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's light; And all thy day be bright. In Him my Star, my Sun; Till travelling days are done. BONAR. EVENING HYMN. UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not niglit if Thou be near; When the soft dews of kindly sleep Forever on my Saviour's breast. life-giving stream; ; was quenched, my soul revived, w I live in Him. 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. le voice of Jesus say, vis dark world's light; 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. o me, thy morn shall rise, thy day be bright o Jesus, and I found my Star, my Sun; it light of life I'll walk elling days are done. BONAR, Watch by the sick, enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, VENING HYMN. JOHN KEBLE soul, Thou Saviour dear, iglit if Thou be near; 10 earth-born cloud arise see from Thy servant's eyes ! soft dews of kindly sleep I eyelids gently steep, so H, timely happy, timely wise, New every morning is Thy love, New mercies, each returning day, If, on our daily course, our mind Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, MORNING. Untired we ask, and ask again, Ever, in its melodious store, Finding a spell unheard before. ppy, timely wise, with rising morn arise ! e beam celestial view, nore makes all things new! Such is the bliss of souls serene, morning is Thy love, ng and uprising prove; ep and darkness safely brought, life, and power, and thought. Oh, could we learn that sacrifice, s, each returning day, id us while we pray; vast, new sins forgiven, ts of God, new hopes of heaven. We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky. lily course, our mind llow all we find, es still, of countless price, vide for sacrifice. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God. Seek we no more; content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease, old scenes, will lovelier be, jeaven in cach we see; ng gleam of love and prayer in every cross and care. |
