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Now at this evening hour

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Now at this evening hour, O Thou, my Christ, to Thee, Thou Word of God, Eternal Light, All grateful praises be. From Thee the Spirit comes, Third beam of peerless light, And in Thyself one glorious orb The triple rays unite. Thy word and wisdom Thou To lighten man hast given, That he the splendour might reflect That shines superb in heaven; And having light within, Might see Thine image bright, And daily rise, till he himself Is altogether light.

Lord, upon our night descending

Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Lord, upon our night descending, Bid the light with gladness shine; Let its rays, through darkness wending, Round our fears in beauty twine. Thou art Light, and where Thou dwellest, Like a traveller, gloom departs; Come, who threatening clouds dispellest, And abide within our hearts. Ah, the visions Thou impartest, With the morn, and with the noon; With what glory Thou attirest Eve, that falleth late or soon. 31 Flood our lives with varied beauty, Morn, and noon, and coming night; Light us in the path of duty, And at eve let there be light.

Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me

Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me; Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee; Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine: Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree; I marvel at the love there shown for me All loveless, and to sin and self a slave; Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave! Now in its wonder would my soul arise, Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes, Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside, And wore its shame, and for its purchase died; 134 And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name; In loving service, for such service given, Here upon earth, and yonder in Thy heaven. Lord, I am Thine, Thy love hath won my soul; Now shall my life obey such sweet control-- No, not mine own, the purchase is complete, I bring my all to lay it at Thy feet.

Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying

Meter: 8.8.8.5 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying, Wounded sore, and faint, and sighing, Bowed beneath the burden lying On His spotless soul. 'Tis thy load He falters under; Speaks not heaven in wrathful thunder? Earth! behold the sight, and wonder, Love has borne the rod. Canst thou love the sin that bound Him, Threw the robe of scorn around Him, Mocking bowed the knee, and crowned Him With the cruel thorn? Jesus, at Thy feet relenting, Bring I all my guilt repenting, All my cruel sin lamenting: Christ, my sin forgive!

Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide--

Meter: 8.8.8.4 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide-- The hour to meditation dear; And set the cares of life aside, For God is near. Oh, let a thankful spirit tell The wonders of His heavenly grace, The love that loves us, all too well, Who spurn His grace. Amid our daily life He bears Our cold despite and thankless scorn; As if He gave not rest at eve, And joy at morn. 185 Thou gav'st me, Lord, at early morn, A gift unsullied, for my care; Another day, I might adorn With graces rare. I dare not tell it to my God But oh, that gift's no longer bright; He gave it with the charm of morn, And now 'tis night. O God, 'tis well at eventide, The hour for meditation given, To know we're welcome at Thy side-- Foretaste of heaven. For oh, one precious day misspent, Is all too great a load to bear; But I will lay it at Thy feet, And leave it there.

Hark the voice of angels

Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Hark the voice of angels. Listen to their praise; Christ the Lord of glory Is their song always; Never are they weary, Ever do they sing, For they dwell in Zion, And they love its King. Hark! they tell the glory Of the heavenly King; Glad their hearts to serve Him, Glad the praise they bring. Hark! the voice of children, In the heavenly throng; And they praise the Saviour, With a sweeter song; For He died to save them, In His matchless love, And rejoicing brought them To His home above. 189 Hark! they tell the wonders Of redeeming grace; Dwelling in the sunshine Of the Saviour's face. Hark! the voice of children, Singing here below-- Pilgrims on a journey, Up to Zion we go; Faint our youthful praises, Sweeter yet we'll sing, When we reach the palace Of the heavenly King. Hark! the voice of children, Singing here below-- Pilgrims on a journey, Up to Zion we go. Hail the smile of morning! Hills and valleys sing, Sunlight is adorning Every pleasant thing; 190 Not a note of sadness Mars the tuneful lay; Melody of gladness Greets the coming day. Lend your gleeful voices, Children, to the lay; Morn of life rejoices, As the morn of day. Love is like the morning, Smiling from the hills; All our life adorning, Banishing our ills; In the love that greets us, Every opening day, God our Father meets us, Smiling on our way. Let our hearts adoring, God of love adore; Aye His grace imploring That we love Him more.

When I heard the Saviour calling

Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: When I heard the Saviour calling Weary, burdened souls to rest-- "'Tis the voice of love that calleth, I will honour His behest;" And I found repose from sorrow, Leaning on my Saviour's breast. Weary souls, all upward toiling, Have ye sorrow for your care? Wherefore bend beneath the burden Which your Lord will gladly share? He can bear your weight of sorrow, Who the cross to Calvary bare. Seek not rest in worldly promise; Worldly rest hath troubled dreams; Not so true the world's fulfilment, As at first the promise seems. He who tastes the Living Water Thirsts not after other streams. 181 Hear the voice of Jesus calling, Take the burden He bestows, 'Tis a load, the more you bear it, Lighter and yet lighter grows; And at length the faithful bearer Finds an undisturbed repose.

Glory in the highest!

Meter: 6.5.6.5 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Glory in the highest! Hark, what angels sing: Was there e'er such music Borne on rising wing? See, the gates of heaven On their portals rise, And the song that charms us Comes from Paradise. Glory in the highest! Christ our Lord is born; Hail His glorious advent On this happy morn; Ages long have waited 'Mid their brooding ills; Now the herald-voices Wake the silent hills. 73 Herdsmen in their watching Lift their eyes amazed; Sages from the sunland At the starlight gazed; And they bear their treasures, Gold for diadem, Meet to crown the Monarch Born at Bethlehem. Glory in the highest! With the sages bring What is best and fairest For an offering; Lay before the manger Where the Infant lies, All your heart's devotion, Love's best sacrifice.

Lo, in its brightness the morning arising

Meter: 11.10.11.10 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Lo, in its brightness the morning arising, Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread; Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising, Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled. Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking, Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom; Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking, Free from death's bands Thou didst rise from the tomb. Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty, See not the Master arise in His might; Hear not the call to the doing of duty, Know not the rapture that thrills in the light. 17 Morn speaks of life--let us rise to new living, Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives; Give to the world what the morning is giving, Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives. Lo, in its brightness the morning arising: Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel; Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising, Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell.

Lord, let my evening prayer

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Lord, let my evening prayer As incense sweet ascend; And while I lift my hands to Thee, From heaven in mercy bend. For in Thy name I hope, And brightness floods my way; The night departs, and clouds that roll, And threaten with dismay. And in Thy name I trust, To find Thy promise sure; Thy cov'nant like the mountains strong, That evermore endure. 33 Now, at this evening hour, My hope and trust renew; Refresh me as the earth that drinks The cool refreshing dew. And when the morning wakes, Awake my soul, I pray, That in Thy strength goes forth to bear The burdens of the day.