Christ died my love to win, Christ is my tower! He will be with me in Each trying hour! He makes the wounded whole, He will my heart console, He will uphold my soul By His own power! To Thee, the only, Wise, Whatever be, I will lift up mine eyes Joyful in Thee! This be my portion blest, On my Redeemer's breast In peaceful trust to rest: He cares for me! --_From the German._ EVENING HYMN. 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. 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 on our souls. 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. 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 suffer, Lord, O give us now repose! --_Adelaide Procter._ ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? The darkness falls; the wind is high; Dense, black clouds fill the western sky; The storm will soon begin; The thunders roar, the lightnings flash, I hear the great round rain-drops dash, Are all the children in? They're coming softly to my side, Their forms within my arms I hide, No other arms are sure: The storm may rage with fury wild, With trusting faith each little child With mother feels secure. But future days are drawing near; They'll go from this warm shelter here Out in the world's wild din. The rains will fall, the cold winds blow, I'll sit alone and long to know Are all the children in. Will they have shelter then secure, Where hearts are waiting strong and sure, And love is true when tried? Or will they find a broken reed, When strength of heart they so much need To help them brave the tide? God knows it all; His will is best; I'll shield them now and yield the rest To His most righteous hand: Sometimes the souls He loves are riven By tempests wild, and thus are driven Nearer the better land. If He should call me home before The children go, on that bless'd shore Afar from care and sin, I know that I shall watch and wait Till He, the keeper of the gate, Lets all the children in. --_Unidentified._ HE LEADS US ON.