Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone, Let my religious hours alone: Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord! from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire; Come, my dear Jesus! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare— How sweet thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine! In thee thy Father’s glories shine: Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, That eyes have seen, or angels known! 978 L. M. Abide with us; for it is toward evening. Luke 24:29. Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: O, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes! 2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought—how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour’s breast! 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I can not live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take; Abide with me till in thy love I lose myself in heaven above. 979 L. M. The fullness of God. Eph. 3:19. My God, my heart with love inflame, That I may in thy holy name Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice. 2 No more let my ungrateful heart One moment from thy praise depart; But live and sing in sweet accord, The glories of my sovereign Lord. 3 Jesus! thou hope of glory, come, And make my heart thy constant home: Through all the remnant of my days, O let me speak and live thy praise! 980 8s & 4s. In the night watches. Psalm 63:6. In silence of the voiceless night, When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee, Whom, in the darkness, do I seek, O God, but thee? 2 And if there weigh upon my breast, Vague memories of the day foregone, Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee, And lay them down. 3 Or, if it be the gloom that comes, In token of impending ill, My bosom heeds not what it is, Since ’tis thy will. 4 For, O! in spite of constant care, Or aught beside, how joyfully I pass that solitary hour, My God, with thee! 5 More tranquil than the stilly night, More peaceful than that voiceless hour, Supremely blest, my bosom lies Beneath thy power. 6 For what on earth can I desire, Of all it hath to offer me? Or whom in heaven do I seek, O God, but thee?