Lord, without Thee I go astray, Thy bounteous hand hath made them mine. Guide Thou my thoughts, guide Thou my path! EVENING HYMN. THE sun that Thou hast made, my God, Goes down behind the dark blue hill; And all along his golden road The purple clouds are hovering still; The birds are gone back to their nest, And I, too, seek my evening rest. Most gracious Lord, thy hand divine Rolled on that sun, and hung that cloud; And now above this bed of mine Thy brow of mercy still is bowed; For, though unseen, Thou still art near, To guard me from each secret fear. Lord, if this night should be my last, And claim me, Saviour, as thine own; Oh! guard me as I sleeping lie; Bless those who wake whilst I repose; Bless all I love! and oh! if I Have such, bless, gracious Lord, my foes; Turn every wand'ring heart to Thee, And bless me, Father, even me! |