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Godfrey Thring·Modern
Verse 1
The radiant morn hath passed away,
And spent too soon her golden store;
The shadows of departing day
Creep on once more.
Verse 2
Our life is but a fading dawn;
Its glorious noon how quickly past:
Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone,
Safe home at last.
Verse 3
O by Thy soul-inspiring grace
Uplift our hearts to realms on high;
Help us to look to that bright place
Beyond the sky,
Verse 4
Where light, and life, and joy, and peace,
In undivided empire reign,
And thronging angels never cease
Their deathless strain;
Verse 5
Where saints are clothed in spotless white,
And evening shadows never fall,
Where Thou, Eternal Light of Light,
Art Lord of all.
Godfrey Thring, “The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 11 · 8.8.8.4 · The Radiant Morn
Anonymous (Latin); tr. Edward Caswall, 1858·Modern
Verse 1
The sun is sinking fast,
The daylight dies;
Let love awake, and pay
Her evening sacrifice.
Verse 2
As Christ, upon the cross
In death reclined,
Into His Father’s hands
His parting soul resigned;
Verse 3
So now herself my soul
Would wholly give
Into His sacred charge,
In whom all spirits live;
Verse 4
So now beneath His eye
Would calmly rest,
Without a wish or thought
Abiding in the breast,
Verse 5
Save that His will be done,
Whate’er betide;
Dead to herself, and dead
In Him to all beside.
Verse 6
Thus would I live; yet now
Not I, but He
In all His power and love
Henceforth alive in me,
Verse 7
One sacred Trinity,
One Lord Divine;
Myself for ever His,
And He for ever mine!
Presbyterian 1895 No. 12 · 6.4.6.6. · St. Columba
Thomas Kelly·Modern
Verse 1
Through the day Thy love has spared us,
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us;
Let no foe our peace molest:
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.
Verse 2
Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose;
And, when life’s brief day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.
Verse 3
Triune God, let all adore Thee,
Saints on earth, and saints in heaven;
Every creature bow before Thee,
Who hast all their being given;
Who dost seek and save the lost,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Kelly, “Through the Day Thy Love Has Spared Us”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 15 · 8.7.8.7.7.7. · Through the Day
John Keble·Modern
Verse 1
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.
Verse 2
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour’s breast.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 5
Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep to-night,
Like infants’ slumbers, pure and light.
Verse 6
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.
John Keble, “Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 16 · L.M. · Hursley
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing:
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Verse 2
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly;
Angel guards from Thee surround us,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Verse 3
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He, who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.
Verse 4
Should death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in bright and deathless bloom.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 168 · 8.7.8.7. · Evening Prayer
Francis T. Palgrave·Modern
Verse 1
O Light of life, O Saviour dear,
Before we sleep bow down Thine ear:
Through dark and day, o’er land and sea,
We have no other hope but Thee.
Verse 2
Oft from Thy royal road we part,
Lost in the mazes of the heart:
Our lamps put out, our course forgot,
We seek for God, and find Him not.
Verse 3
What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight!
What dawning risen upon the night!
Thou giv’st Thyself to us, and we
Find guide and path and all in Thee.
Verse 4
Through day and darkness, Saviour dear,
Abide with us, more nearly near;
Till on Thy face we lift our eyes,
The Sun of God’s own Paradise.
Verse 5
Praise God, our Maker and our Friend;
Praise Him through time, till time shall end;
Till psalm and song His Name adore
Through heaven’s great day of evermore.
Francis T. Palgrave, “O Light of Life, O Saviour Dear”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 18 · L.M. · (Abends)
Christopher Wordsworth·Modern
Verse 1
The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows:
O Brightness of Thy 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.
Verse 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 eventide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.
Verse 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.”
Verse 4
The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away:
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall,
May we arise, awakened by Thy call,
With Thee, O Lord, for ever to abide
In that blest day which has no eventide.
Christopher Wordsworth, “The Day Is Gently Sinking to a Close”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 20 · 10.10.10.10.10.10. · Nachtlied
Henry Twells·Modern
Verse 1
At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O in what divers pains they met!
O with what joy they went away!
Verse 2
Once more ’tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near:
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.
Verse 3
O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel:
For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had;
Verse 4
And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
Verse 5
O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man,
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide;
Verse 6
Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall:
Hear in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
Henry Twells, “At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 21 · L.M. · Angelus
Samuel Longfellow·Modern
Verse 1
Again, as evening’s shadow falls,
We gather in these hallowed walls;
And vesper hymn and vesper prayer
Rise mingling on the holy air.
Verse 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 the burden and the care.
Verse 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 lips can sing.
Verse 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.
Samuel Longfellow, “Again, as Evening's Shadow Falls”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 22 · L.M. · Vespers
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing:
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Verse 2
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He, who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.
Verse 3
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Verse 4
Should swift death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
James Edmeston, “Saviour, Breathe an Evening Blessing”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 23 · 8.7.8.7. · Evening Prayer
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Verse 2
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Verse 3
I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
Verse 4
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Verse 5
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 24 · 10.10.10.10. · Eventide
John Ellerton·Modern
Verse 1
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall hallow now our rest.
Verse 2
We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.
Verse 3
As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
Verse 4
The sun, that bids us rest, is waking
Our brethren ’neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
Verse 5
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away;
But stand, and rule, and grow for ever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
John Ellerton, “The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 26 · 9.8.9.8. · St. Clement
Adelaide A. Procter·Modern
Verse 1
The shadows of the evening hours
Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers
The dews of evening lie:
Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven,
We kneel at close of day;
Look on Thy children from on high,
And hear us while we pray.
Verse 2
The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord,
O do not Thou despise,
But let the incense of our prayers
Before Thy mercy rise.
The brightness of the coming night
Upon the darkness rolls;
With hopes of future glory chase
The shadows from our souls.
Verse 3
Slowly the rays of daylight fade;
So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy
That one by one depart.
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
Within the heavens shine;
Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven,
And trust in things Divine.
Verse 4
Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God,
Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils, Thou
Our trembling hearts defend:
Give us a respite from our toil,
Calm and subdue our woes,
Through the long day we labor, Lord,
O give us now repose.
Adelaide A. Procter, “The Shadows of the Evening Hours”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 28 · C.M.D. · St. Leonard (Hiles)
George W. Doane·Modern
Verse 1
Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with Thee.
Verse 2
Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
Verse 3
Soon for me the light of day
Shall for ever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.
Verse 4
Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man’s infirmity;
Then, from Thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.
George W. Doane, “Softly Now the Light of Day”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 29 · 7.7.7.7. · Seymour
John M. Neale·Modern
Verse 1
The day, O Lord, is spent;
Abide with us, and rest;
Our hearts’ desires are fully bent
On making Thee our Guest.
Verse 2
We have not reached that land,
That happy land, as yet,
Where holy angels round Thee stand,
Whose sun can never set.
Verse 3
Our sun is sinking now;
Our day is almost o’er;
O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou
Shine on us evermore.
Verse 4
From men below the skies,
And all the heavenly host,
To God the Father praise arise,
The Son, and Holy Ghost.
John M. Neale, “The Day, O Lord, Is Spent”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 30 · S.M. · St. Ignatius
John Ellerton, 1869, 1871·Modern
Verse 1
Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.
Verse 2
Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
Verse 3
Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire:
But O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir!
Verse 4
Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels’ music still
May bear our lower part.
Verse 5
’Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to Thy Name.
Verse 6
A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 31 · S.M. · Schumann
Henry Francis Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
Verse 2
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as thou dwell’st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Verse 3
I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Thro’ cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
Verse 4
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me!
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 317 · 10s · Eventide
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
James D. Burns·Modern
Verse 1
This night, O Lord, we bless Thee
For Thy protecting care,
And, ere we rest, address Thee
In lowly, fervent prayer:
From evil and temptation
Defend us through the night,
And round our habitation
Be Thou a wall of light.
Verse 2
On Thee our whole reliance
From day to day we cast,
To Thee, with firm affiance,
Would cleave from first to last;
To Thee, through Jesus’ merit,
For needful grace we come,
And trust that Thy good Spirit
Will guide us safely home.
Verse 3
What may be on the morrow
Our foresight cannot see;
But be it joy or sorrow,
We know it comes from Thee,
And nothing can take from us,
Where’er our steps may move,
The staff of Thy sure promise,
The shield of Thy true love.
James D. Burns, “This Night, O Lord, We Bless Thee”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 32 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Aurelia
Godfrey Thring·Modern
Verse 1
Lord of power, Lord of might;
God and Father of us all;
Lord of day, and Lord of night,
Listen to our solemn call:
Listen, whilst to Thee we raise
Songs of prayer, and songs of praise.
Verse 2
Light, and love, and life are Thine,
Great Creator of all good;
Fill our souls with light Divine,
Give us with our daily food
Blessings from Thy heavenly store,
Blessings rich for evermore.
Verse 3
Graft within our heart of hearts
Love undying for Thy Name;
Bid us ere the day departs
Spread afar our Maker’s fame:
Young and old together bless,
Clothe our souls with righteousness.
Verse 4
Full of years, and full of peace,
May our life on earth be blest;
When our trials here shall cease,
And at last we sink to rest,
Fountain of eternal love,
Call us to our home above.
Godfrey Thring, “Lord of Power, Lord of Might”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 35 · 7.7.7.7.7.7. · Mount Zion
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Sabine Baring-Gould·Modern
Verse 1
Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Verse 2
Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
Verse 3
Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.
Verse 4
Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Verse 5
Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.
Verse 6
Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
Verse 7
When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
Verse 8
Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.
Sabine Baring-Gould, “Now the Day Is Over”
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 362 · 6.5.6.5.D. · Repose
Henry Twells·Modern
Verse 1
At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O in what divers pains they met!
O with what joy they went away!
Verse 2
Once more ’tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near:
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.
Verse 3
O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel:
For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had;
Verse 4
And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
Verse 5
O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man,
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide;
Verse 6
Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall:
Hear in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 504 · L.M. · Angelus
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
Savior, breathe an evening blessing,
E’er repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing,
Thou canst save and thou canst heal.
Verse 2
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly;
Angel guards from thee surround us,
We are safe if thou art nigh.
Verse 3
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.
Verse 4
Should swift death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in bright and deathless bloom.
James Edmeston, “Savior, Breathe an Evening Blessing”
Otterbein 1890 No. 54 · 8s & 7s · Evening Prayer
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
John Keble·Modern
Verse 1
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,
It is not night if thou be near;
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes.
Verse 2
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My weary eye-lids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Savior’s breast.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere thro’ the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
John Keble, “Sun of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear”
Otterbein 1890 No. 55 · L.M · Hursley
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Henry Francis Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
Verse 2
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as thou dwell’st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Verse 3
I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Thro’ cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
Verse 4
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me!
Henry Francis Lyte, “Abide with Me: Fast Falls the Eventide”
Otterbein 1890 No. 56 · 10s · Eventide
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
John Ellerton·Modern
Verse 1
Savior, again to thy dear name we raise
With one accord our parting hymn of praise;
We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease,
And now, departing, wait thy word of peace.
Verse 2
Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;
With thee begun, with thee shall end the day;
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,
That in this house have called upon thy name.
Verse 3
Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night;
Turn thou for us its darkness into light;
From harm and danger keep thy children free,
For dark and light are both alike to thee.
John Ellerton, “Savior, Again to Thy Dear Name We Raise”
Otterbein 1890 No. 57 · 10s · Eventide
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
George W. Doane·Modern
Verse 1
Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.
Verse 2
Thou whose all pervading eye
Naught escapes without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
Verse 3
Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.
Verse 4
Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man’s infirmity;
Then from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.
George W. Doane, “Softly Now the Light of Day”
Otterbein 1890 No. 58 · 7s · Seymour
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
John Keble·Modern
Verse 1
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.
Verse 2
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour’s breast.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 5
Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep to-night,
Like infants’ slumbers, pure and light.
Verse 6
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.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 674 · L.M. · Hursley
Francis T. Palgrave·Modern
Verse 1
Star of morn and even,
Sun of heaven’s heaven,
Saviour high and dear,
Toward us turn Thine ear;
Through whate’er may come,
Thou canst lead us home.
Verse 2
Though the gloom be grievous,
Those we leant on leave us,
Though the coward heart
Quit its proper part,
Though the tempter come,
Thou wilt lead us home.
Verse 3
Saviour pure and holy,
Lover of the lowly,
Sign us with Thy sign,
Take our hands in Thine,
Take our hands and come,
Lead Thy children home.
Verse 4
Star of morn and even,
Shine on us from heaven;
From Thy glory-throne
Hear Thy very own:
Lord and Saviour, come,
Lead us to our home.
Francis T. Palgrave, “Star of Morn and Even”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 69 · 6.6.5.5.5.5. · Star of Morn and Even
Sabine Baring-Gould·Modern
Verse 1
Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Verse 2
Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
Verse 3
Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.
Verse 4
Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Verse 5
Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.
Verse 6
Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
Verse 7
When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
Verse 8
Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 692 · 6.5.6.5.D. · Repose
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go,
Thy word into our minds instil;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will:
Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Verse 2
The day is done, its hours have run;
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall:
Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Verse 3
Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace:
Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Verse 4
Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And loving hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like Thee:
Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Verse 5
For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad;
Thou art our Jesus, and our All:
Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Frederick W. Faber, “Sweet Saviour, Bless Us Ere We Go”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 71 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · St. Matthias