3 O, may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close! Sleep that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. 4 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep; Thy watchful station near me keep; My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from th' approach of ill. 5 Lord, let my heart forever share The bliss of thy paternal care: 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face and sing thy love. 947. C. M. Anonymous. Evening Hymn. 1 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, O let my grateful praise and prayer Ascend before thy throne! 2 What mercies has this day bestowed! How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflowed, With cheerfulness my breast. 3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking thoughts arise To meditate on thee. 4 So bless each future day and night, Till life's fond scene is o'er; At length, to realms of endless light Enraptured let me soar. 948. L. M. Keble. "Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent." 1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought now sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4 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. 949. 7s. M. Doddridge. Evening Hymn. 1 Interval of grateful shade, Welcome to my weary head! Welcome slumbers to mine eyes, Tired with glaring vanities! 2 My great Master still allows Needful periods of repose: By my heavenly Father blest, Thus I give my powers to rest. 3 Heavenly Father, gracious name! Night and day his love the same! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot! 4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God, Crown'st my days with various good; Thy kind eye which cannot sleep, My defenceless hours shall keep. 5 Blest vicissitude to me! Day and night I'm still with thee; Guarded thus I sink to rest, Lodged within my Father's breast 950. S. M. Curtis' Coll. Flight of Time. 1 Another day is past, The hours forever fled, And time is bearing us away To mingle with the dead. 2 Our minds in perfect peace Our Father's care shall keep, We yield to gentle slumber now, For thou canst never sleep.