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EVENING. 23

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills,haye no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death’s sting, where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me fo the skies; Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows

ee; In life, in death, O Lorn, abide with me. Amen,

“ Let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.” &+

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HE 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.~

Thus would I live: yet now Not I, but He

Tn all His power and love Henceforth alive in me,

One SacreD TRINITY! One Lorp Divinz! May I be ever His, And He for ever mine. Amen.