An Evening Hymn

"I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep; for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety"


    The tranquil hours steal by
        On drowsy wings and slow,
And over all the peaceful sky
        The stars of evening glow.

    No gathering clouds I see,
        I hear no rising blast,
I fold my tired hands restfully,
        As though all storms were past.

    Yet, whether so or not,
        O Lord, thou knowest best!
This night, let every anxious thought
        And trembling fear have rest

    This night I will lie down
        In peace beneath thine eye,
Nor heed what ills unseen may frown,
        Since thou art ever nigh.

    I will lie down and sleep,
        From every terror free;
Nor wake to tremble or to weep,
        Secure, O Lord, with thee!

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

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Gleamed through the inky darkness from afar;
And Earth seemed reeling blindly to her doom,
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Evening Hymn.

The sun has set behind the hill,
    The bird is sleeping in his nest;
And now, when all around is still,
    I lay me down to welcome rest.

May the kind God, who lives above,
    And watches o'er us day and night,
Bless us, and grant us, in His love,
    Again to see the morning light.

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I Will Not Let Thee Go.

        Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the midnight glideth slow, -
Though the darkness deep and long
Dim the sight and hush the song,
On thy tender, faithful breast,
Find I still my perfect rest -
Soothing sweet for keenest woe -
And I will not let thee go!

        Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the morn's enkindling glow
Flame along the mountain-height.
Flooding all the hills with light;
What can morning bring to me,
Tender Shepherd, wanting thee?
What its songs but sobs of woe?
Nay, I will not let thee go!

        Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the day no shadows know;
Though, the sky's serene to dim,
Lower no storm-cloud dark and grim;
Whom have I in Heaven but thee? -
What beside hath earth for me? -

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The bird within its nest
    Has sung its evening hymn,
And I must go to quiet rest,
    As the bright west grows dim.

I see the twinkling star,
    That, when the sun has gone,
Is shining out the first afar,
    To tell us day is done.

If on this day I've been
    A selfish, naughty child,
May God forgive the wrong I've done,
    And make me kind and mild.

May he still bless and keep
    My father, mother dear;
And may the eye that cannot sleep
    Watch o'er our pillows here,

And guard us from all ill,
    Through this long, silent night,
And bring us, by His holy will,
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Good Night

Good night, good night! - the day
Slowly has borne away,
                Music and light;
Once more the starry train
Sweeps over vale and plain,
Soft falls the dews again -
                Good night-good night!

Day's weary toils are done,
Set is the glorious sun,
                Faded the light; -
Now, to the weary breast
Ever a welcome guest, -
Comes the sweet hour of rest -
                Good night - good night!

Evening's cool shadows lie
Calmly o'er earth and sky;
                And, from the height
Of the far, wooded hill,
Sends the lone whip-poor-will,
Softer and sweeter still,
                Plaintive good night.

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On every weary eye
                Tired of the light!
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Come down, O thou mystic revealer
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    And heavy the shadows that fall,
And lone is the pathway before me,
    And far-off the voice that doth call -
        Faintly, yet tenderly ever,
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