Let all my youthful crimes And, for Thy wondrous goodness sake, The Lord in justice guides, Who His direction seek; And in His sacred paths shall lead, Through all the ways of God, Evening Bymn. SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, EVENING HYMN. Abide with us from morn till eve, 47 Come near, and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take, Till, in the fulness of Thy love, We lose ourselves in heaven above. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. men. LEICESTER: PRINTED BY J. S. CROSSLEY. |