Intercession

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.

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.

Verse 1

O Holy Lord, content to fill
In lowly home the lowliest place,
Thy childhood’s law a mother’s will,
Obedience meek Thy brightest grace;

Verse 2

Lead every child that bears Thy Name
To walk in Thine own guileless way,
To dread the touch of sin and shame,
And humbly, like Thyself, obey.

Verse 3

O let not this world’s scorching glow
Thy Spirit’s quickening dew efface,
Nor blast of sin too rudely blow,
And quench the trembling flame of grace.

Verse 4

Gather Thy lambs within Thine arm,
And gently in Thy bosom bear;
Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm,
And bid them rest for ever there.

Verse 5

So shall they, waiting here below,
Like Thee their Lord, a little span,
In wisdom and in stature grow,
And favor with both God and man.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 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, in 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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 learnèd and the high,
Tired of earthly fame,
Upon higher joys intent,
Name the blessed Name:
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

Verse 5

When the child, with grave fresh lip,
Youth or maiden fair;
When the agèd, weak and gray,
Seek Thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to Thee,
Sad and lone and low;
When the orphan brings to Thee
All his orphan woe:
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.