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Day and Night.
When the soft dews ot kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast I
Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ! Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die !
Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark ! Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee.
The rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt Thee and us ordain'd to stand, Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright! Let all do all as in Thy sight !
Oh ! by Thine own sad burthen, borne So meekly up the hill of scorn, Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross, To bear as Thine, nor count it loss !
If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine ; Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin !
Watch by the sick, enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ! Be every mourner's sleep to-night Like infant's slumbers, pure and light!
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