2 Father in heaven! O, hear, when we call, Through Jesus Christ, who is Saviour of all! Fainting and feeble, we trust in Thy might; In doubting and darkness Thy love be our light! Let us sleep on Thy breast while the night taper burns, And wake in Thy arms when the morning returns. Father! have mercy, through Jesus Christ our Lord! Amen! 371. 7s. M. *Furness. The Light of Stars. 1 Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness; O, how still Is the working of His will! 2 Mighty spirit, ever nigh! Work in me as silently; Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal lights. 3 Living stars to view be brought In the boundless realms of thought; High and infinite desires, Flaming like those upper fires! 4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right, Let them break upon my sight; Let them shine serene and still, And with light my being fill. 372. L. M. Pierpont. Evening Hymn for a Child. 1 Another day its course hath run, And still, O God! Thy child is blest; For Thou hast been by day my sun, And Thou wilt be by night my rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, mine eyes to close; And now, while all the world is still, I give my body to repose, My spirit to my Father's will. 373. L. M. Doddridge. The Eternal Sabbath. 1 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this Thy day, in this Thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from Thy churches rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With earnest hope and strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin! Fain would we leave this weary road, And pass through death, to rest with God. 374. C. M. Christian Hymns. Sabbath Morning. 1 How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn! How pure the air that breathes! How soft the sounds upon it borne! How light its vapor wreathes! 2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer, For peace and joy and love, Were answered by the very air That wafts its strain above. 3 Let each unholy passion cease, Each evil thought be crushed, And every care that mars our peace In Faith and Love be hushed.