ery heart!

3 When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,
Thy smile was there;
Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,
We feel Thy care.

4 Night spreads her shade upon another day
Forever past;
So o'er our faults, Thy love, we humbly pray
A veil may cast.

5 Silence and sleep, o'er hearts by earth distrest,
Now sweetly steal;
So every fear that struggles in the breast
Shall faith conceal.

6 Thou through the dark will watch above our sleep
With eye of love;
And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leap
The hills above.

7 O, may each heart its gratitude express
As life expands,
And find the triumph of its happiness
In Thy commands!

554. 8 & 7s. M. Martineau's Coll.

Evening Hymn.

1 On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to heaven,--
Nature's evening sacrifice.

2 With her fragrant offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be
To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,--
Incense of our hearts to Thee.

3 Thou, whose favors without number
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.

4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father's keeping,
Calm we rest in perfect faith.

555. 7s. M. Doddridge.

Night.

1 While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole,
Far above these spangled skies
All my thoughts to God shall rise.

2 From on high He shall impart
Secret comfort to my heart;
He in these serenest hours
Guide my spiritual powers.

3 He His spirit doth diffuse,
Sweeter far than midnight dews;
Lifting all my thoughts above,
On the wings of faith and love.

4 What if death my sleep invade;--
Should I be of death afraid?
Whilst encircled by Thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.

5 Visions brighter than the morn
Greet the deathless spirit born;
See, the guardian angel nigh
Waits to waft my soul on high!

6 With Thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labor, rest;
Welcome