4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And command us to the tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright, eternal bloom. 943. 7s. M. Bowring. Morning or Evening.--All from God. 1 Father! thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide! Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied; Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope thy offspring is, Beaming from futurity. 2 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene, Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at thy shrine; These--and all life's holiest things, And its fairest--all are thine. 3 And for all, my hymns shall rise Daily to thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes Turn unwearied--righteous One! Through life's strange vicissitude There reposing all my care, Trusting still through ill and good, Fixed and cheered and counselled there. 944. 7s. & 6s. M. Sacred Songs. Reflections at Sunset. 1 The mellow eve is gliding Serenely down the west; So, every care subsiding, My soul would sink to rest. 2 The woodland hum is ringing The daylight's gentle close; May angels round me singing, Thus hymn my last repose. 3 The evening star has lighted Her crystal lamp on high; So, when in death benighted, May hope illume the sky. 4 In golden splendor dawning, The morrow's light shall break; O, on the last bright morning May I in glory wake. 945. L. M. Watts. Evening Hymn. 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days! And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head: While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O, may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear Thy love and kindness in my heart. 5 And when the night of death shall come, Still may I trust almighty love,-- The love which triumphs o'er the tomb, And leads to perfect bliss above. 946. L. M. Kenn. Trusting God. Evening Hymn. 1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O, keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son The ills which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.