LORD's-DAY EVENING

To thee, my God, I lift my eyes, And thankfully adore, That I another day have been Supported by thy pow'r.

Into thy holy temple, Lord, My soul found free access, To feed upon thy precious word, And hear the calls of grace.

How sweet, how solemn, thine abode! How heav'nly is the place, Where Jesus feasts believing souls With his redeeming grace!

Here mortals feed on angels food, And drink large draughts of bliss; They get a glimpse of thine abode, They see where Jesus is.

Within thy solemn temples still May I thy goodness prove, 'Till thou shalt call my soul away To join the church above.

Great guardian of my life and health, To thee I now resign My earthly frame and spirit too, For both, O Lord, are thine.

May'st thou such cordial sleep afford, And such protection too, That in the morning I may rise, Thy glory to pursue.