CCL.

Good night! good night! the day is done;
Ended its beauty bright:

Its duties over, pleasures gone:
God bless us all. Good night!

With memories of God's tender care
Abounding through the day;
His mercies always, everywhere;
Our Evening thanks we pay.

Good hope be with us, faith and love:
With day let troubles cease;
The wakeful heart find rest above:
Or sleeping, sleep in peace.

God shelter us, and our dear home,
Till the bright morning light

With health, and cheerful freshness come,
Good night! Good night! Good night!

H. Bateman.

CCLI.

LITTLE stars are shining

In the evening sky:
Little hearts are praying

To the God on high.

Little tongues are saying
Holy songs of praise,
Seeking to be strengthened
In all holy ways.

Little hands are folded

Meekly on each breast,
Asking for a blessing
Ere they go to rest.

Little eyes are sleeping,
Little feet are still;

But God's angels watch o'er all
Who have done His will.

Julia Leonard.

CCLII.

SAVIOUR NOW the day is ended,
Humbly unto Thee I bow;
See my little hands extended,
Pleading to Thee now.
See me on my bended knee,
Pouring out my soul to Thee.

Jesus, Jesus, Oh! how weakly

Come the words upon my tongue;

Yet receive my offering meekly,

I am very young.

Help me, guide me as I go,

That I better, wiser grow.

Shed Thy light within my bosom,

Fill my heart with love and prayer ; I am but a tender blossom,

Needing all Thy care.

Keep, Oh, keep me in Thy sight;
Watch and tend me day and night.

Matthias Barr.

CCLIII.

GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild,
Take, O take me for Thy child,
All my life, O let it be

My best joy to think of Thee.

Gentle Jesus meek and mild

Take, O take me for Thy child.

When my eyes are closed in sleep,
Through the night my slumbers keep,
Make my latest thoughts to be
How to give my heart to Thee.
Gentle Jesus, &c.

Teach me when the sunbeam bright
Calls me with its golden light,
How my waking thoughts may be
Turn'd, dear Saviour, unto Thee.

Gentle Jesus, &c.

Thus, sweet Saviour, day and night,
Thou shalt guide my steps aright,
And my dying words shall be,
Lord, I give my soul to Thee.

Gentle Jesus, &c.

CCLIV.

THE daylight fades,

The evening shades

Are gathering round my head:
Father above

I praise that love

Which smooths and guards my bed.

While Thou art near,

I need not fear

The gloom of midnight hour:

Blest Jesus still

From every ill

Defend me with Thy power.

Pardon my sin

And enter in

And sanctify my heart:

Spirit Divine,

O make me Thine

And ne'er from me depart.

T. O. Summers, D.D.

PART XI.-SUNDAY.

CCLV.

AGAIN the morn of gladness,
The morn of light, is here;
And earth itself looks fairer,

And heaven itself more near:
The bells, like angel voices,
Speak peace to every breast,
And all the land lies quiet
To keep the day of rest.
Glory be to Jesus,

Let all His children say;
He rose again, He rose again
On this glad day!

Again, O loving Saviour,

The children of Thy grace
Prepare themselves to seek Thee
Within Thy chosen place.

Our song shall rise to greet Thee
If Thou our hearts wilt raise;

If Thou our lips wilt open

Our mouth shall shew Thy praise.
Glory be to Jesus, &c.