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Savior, Breathe an Evening Blessing

Author: James Edmeston Hymnal: Favorite Hymns of Praise #190 (1967) Topics: Evening hymns; Evening hymns Lyrics: 1 Savior, breath an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly; Angel-guards from Thee surround us, We are safe if Thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heav'n awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Savior, breathe an evening blessing]

Savior, Breathe an Evening Blessing

Author: James Edmeston, 1791-1867 Hymnal: Great Hymns of the Faith #76 (1968) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Hymns of Worship Evening; Evening hymns Languages: English Tune Title: EVENING PRAYER

Evening Prayer

Author: J. Edmeston Hymnal: Christ in Song #647 (1908) Topics: Hymns for Worship Evening Hymns First Line: Saviour, breathe an evening blessing Lyrics: 1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal: Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. 2 Tho' destruction walk around us, Tho' the arrows past us fly; Angel guards from Thee surround us, We are safe if Thou art nigh. 3 Tho' the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn of glory wake us, Clad in heav'n's eternal bloom. Languages: English Tune Title: Saviour, breathe an evening blessing

Savior, Breathe an Evening Blessing

Author: James Edmeston Hymnal: Hymns for the Living Church #558 (1974) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Evening hymns Lyrics: 1 Savior, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly; Angel guards from Thee surround us, We are safe if Thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where The people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heav'n awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 91:5 Languages: English Tune Title: EVENING PRAYER

Dear Lord accept my evening song

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCL (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Evening hymns Lyrics: 1 Dear Lord accept my evening song, Such as my soul can raise; Receive the off'rings of my tongue, And help me sing thy praise. 2 Through grace and mercy I was spar'd, To close another day: O may I duly be prepar'd! My tribute now to pay. 3 What can I offer thee my Lord, To recompense thy love; Yea, all I have or could afford, Would not sufficient prove. 4 Thy mercies are beyond degree, They cannot be express'd; Thy blessings still bestow'd on me, Can only make me blest. 5 What numbers of the human race, This evening weep and mourn; The evils which with some took place, Are scarcely to be borne. 6 What accidents of grief and woe, Were many made to share: To trace this vale of tears below, We find such ev'ry where. 7 Why was it not my lot and fate, Like such to feel the rod! Who kept me in a better state, But thou my gracious God! 8 How greatly should this humble me That such a worm as I, An object of thy grace should be, Such mercies to enjoy. 9 I praise thee O my Lord and King, Thy goodness I adore; My soul shall of thy mercies sing,, And thank thee evermore. Languages: English

At Even, When the Sun was Set

Author: Henry Twells Hymnal: Revival Hymns and Choruses #78 (1970) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Evening hymns Lyrics: 1 At even, when the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; O in what divers pains they met! O with what joy they went away! 2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills, draw near: What if thy form we cannot see; We know and feel that thou art here. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel: For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had; 4 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would serve thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. 5 O Saviour Christ, thou too art man, Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. 6 Thy touch has still its ancient pow'r; No word from thee can fruitless fall: Hear in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ANGELUS

At even, when the sun did set

Author: Canon H. Twells, 1823-1900 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #209 (1917) Topics: Evening Hymns Lyrics: 1 At even, when the sun did set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; O in what divers pains they met! O with what joy they went away! 2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see, We know and feel that Thou art here. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had; 4 And some are pressed with worldly care, And some are tried with sinful doubt; And some such grievous passions tear That only Thou canst cast them out; 5 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. 6 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would serve Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. 7 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide! 8 Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Hear in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. Languages: English Tune Title: ANGELUS

How Calmly the Evening

Author: Thomas T. Lynch, 1818-71 Hymnal: Concordia #248 (1918) Topics: Closing and Evening Hymns Evening First Line: How calmly the evening once more is descending Lyrics: 1 How calmly the evening once more is descending, As kind as a promise, as still as a pray'r; O wing of the Lord, in Thy shelter befriending, May we and our households continue to share. 2 The sky, like the kingdom of heaven, is open; O enter, my soul, at the glorious gates; The silence and smile of His love are the token, Who now for all comers invitingly waits. 3 We come to be soothed with His merciful healing, The dews of the night cure the wounds of the day; We come, our life's worth and its brevity feeling, With thanks for the past, for the future we pray. 4 Lord, save us from folly; be with us in sorrow; Sustain us in work till the time of our rest; When earth's day is over, may heaven's tomorrow Dawn on us, of homes long expected possessed. Languages: English Tune Title: WHITCHURCH

Evening Blessing

Author: J. Edmeston Hymnal: Christ in Song #646 (1908) Topics: Hymns for Worship Evening Hymns First Line: Saviour, breathe an evening blessing Lyrics: 1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. Tho' the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 2 Tho' destruction walk around me, Tho' the arrow past us fly, Angel guards from Thee surround us; We are safe, if Thou art nigh. Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn of glory wake us, Clad in heav'n's eternal bloom. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: SALVATOR

Dread Sov'reign, let my evening song

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCLVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Evening hymns Lyrics: 1 Dread Sov'reign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the off'rings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day, Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepar'd. 3 Perpetual blessings from above, Encompass me around; But O, how few returns of love Hath my Creator found! 4 What have I done for him who dy'd To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiply'd, Fast as my minutes roll. 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign To be renew'd by thee. Languages: English