HYMNS.

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Evening.

" Let the lifting up of my hands be an evening-sacrifice."

THE sun is sinking fast, The daylight dies; Let love awake, and pay Her evening sacrifice.

As CHRIST upon the Cross His Head inclined, And to His FATHER's hands His parting soul resigned,

So now herself my soul

Would wholly give Into His sacred charge, In Whom all spirits live;

So now beneath His eye Would calmly rest, Without a wish or thought Abiding in the breast,

Save that His Will be done, Whate'er betide;

Dead to herself, and dead In Him to all beside.