To Thee will I di rect my prayer, To Thee lift up mine eye: A-MEN.

5 HURSLEY L. M.

Ascribed to Peter Ritter, 1792. Arr. by Wm. H. Monk, 1861

I Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near;

O may no earth-born cloud a - rise To hide Thee from Thy serv-ant's eyes. A

2 When the soft 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 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 infants' 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.

6 (TALLIS'S EVENING HYMN) L. M. I ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thy own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Rev. John Keble, 1820

3 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
4 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

5 O when shall I in endless day

For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns with the supernal choir
Incessant sing, and never tire!

Bishop Thomas Ken, 1693 (Text of 1709)

I All praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the bless-ings of the light;

Keep me, O keep me,King of kings, Beneath Thy own al

Look on Thy chil-dren from on high, And hear us while we pray.

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see ;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

3 I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

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.

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1847