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Lord, the night is darkening

Author: S. Trevor Francis Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lord, the night is dark'ning Lyrics: 1 Lord, the night is dark’ning Shadows close around; Darkness growing deeper, Sins and woes abound. Oh, be Thou our Leader, Guide us on our way, We would follow trusting, Ev’ry passing day. 2 We would blend our voices As the past we view, Thou art ever faithful, Thou art ever true; And for all Thy mercies We our voices raise, Singing to Thy glory Notes of sweetest praise. 3 Oh, to grow in likeness, Blessed Lord, to Thee! Hearts of love and pity, Full of sympathy; Ears awake to listen When Thou speakest, Lord; Feet to run obedient To Thy gracious Word. 4 Make us ever willing For Thy ministry, Suffering or service, As it pleaseth Thee; Keep, oh keep us watching For Thy blest return, Oil within our vessels, Lamps that brightly burn. 5 Ready with the message To the sin-sick soul, How the Good Physician Makes the sinner whole; Till at last life’s journey And its conflicts o’er, We shall in Thy presence Dwell for evermore. Used With Tune: ST. AIDEN
Lord, the night is darkening
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Ere Each Morning Breaketh

Author: Rev. W. Pennefather Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Ere each morning breaketh I would see Thy face, Jesus! precious Saviour! Jesus! King of grace. For my thirsty spirit Longs to drink again Of the living river Flowing through the plain. 2 Hark how sweet the music As it dashes by, Clear and fresh as ever In its melody; From the crystal city, From the throne on high, It has leaped to succour Sinners—lest they die. 3 Flowing where the desert Looks most parched and bare, There its shining wavelets Sparkle everywhere! We, with dying thousands, Would again partake Of this crystal river: It our thirst can slake. 4 It the drooping pastures Can refresh and bless, And with fragrant blossoms Clothe the wilderness: O Thou living Spirit, Give us of Thy dew! Then our souls, like gardens, Will yield fruit anew. Used With Tune: [Ere each morning breaketh]
Ere Each Morning Breaketh

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