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4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes:
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: -
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen.

19 SEYMOUR.

Four 7's.

HENRY F. LYTE, 1847.

CARL M. VON WEBER, 1786-1826.

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I Softly now the light of day Fades up on my sight a way:

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GEORGE W. DOANE, 1824.

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2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My weary 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 cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above. Amen.

JOHN KEBLE, 1820.

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2 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.

3 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:

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ARTHUR H. BROWN, 1862.

ver: All thanks, O Lord, to Thee!

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3 The toils of day are over:

I raise the hymn to Thee, And ask that free from peril The hours of fear may be. O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming

night.

4 Lord, that in death I sleep not, And lest my foe should say, "I have prevailed against him," Lighten mine eyes, I pray: O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming

night.

5 Be Thou my soul's preserver, O God, for Thou dost know How many are the perils

Through which I have to go. Lover of men, O hear my call, And guard and save me from them Amen.

all!

ST. ANATOLIUS, 800; Tr. JOHN MASON NEALE, 1853.

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