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Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent.
St. Luke xxiv. 29.
'TIS gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must press,
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
When round thy wondrous works below
Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove ;—
Or by the light thy words disclose Watch Time's full river as it flows, Scanning thy gracious Providence, Where not too deep for mortal sense:—
When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold ;
Let not my heart within me burn,
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
Abide with me from morn till eve,
Thou Framer of the light and dark,
Steer through the tempest thine own ark :
Amid the howling wintry sea
The Rulers of this Christian land,
Oh by thine own sad burthen, borne
Teach Thou thy Priests their daily cross
If some poor wandering child of thine
Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store :
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
b Then they willingly received Him into the ship: and immediately
the ship was at the land whither they went. St. John vi. 21.
Come near and bless us when we wake,
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Now it is high time to awake out of sleep, for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. Romans xiii. 11.
AWAKE-again the Gospel-trump is blown
From year to year it swells with louder tone,
Are gathering round the Judge's path,
Strange words fulfill'd, and mighty works achiev'd,
Awake! why linger in the gorgeous town,
Speed to the eastern mount like flame,
Nor wonder, should ye find your King in tears,
Alas! no need to rouse them long ago
They are gone forth, to swell Messiah's show:
They strew the ground beneath his feet:
All but hearts are there—O doom'd to prove
The arrows wing'd in Heaven for Faith that will not love!
Meanwhile He paces through th' adoring crowd,
That o'er wild scenes of ocean-war
Holds its still course in heaven afar :
Even so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on,
Even so, the world is thronging round to gaze
On the dread vision of the latter days,
Constrain'd to own Thee, but in heart
Prepared to take Barabbas' part:
"Hosanna" now, to-morrow "Crucify,"
The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry.
Yet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue
Children and childlike souls are there,