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Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent.
St. Luke xxiv, 29.
gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
In darkness and in weariness
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
When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
Thou Framer of the light and dark,
The Rulers of this Christian land,
Oh by thine own sad burthen, borne
If some poor wandering child of thine
Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
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,
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 the signs of wrath
Are gathering round the Judge's path,
Awake! why linger in the gorgeous town,
Up from your beds of sloth for shame,
Speed to the eastern mount like flame,
Alas! need to rouse them : long ago
With glittering robes and garlands sweet
They strew the ground beneath his feet : All but your hearts are there— 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, Thou keepest silent watch from thy triumphal throne:
Even so, the world is thronging round to gaze
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,