(Psalm 59:10.)

IN THE NIGHT HIS SONG SHALL BE WITH ME.

'Past, restless day,
Ne'er to return.
I would forget,
And e'en would spurn
To look upon the foolish things
Which pierced my troubled heart like stings
To-day. My Saviour, let me rest
In quietness upon Thy breast.

Come, quiet night,
And cradle me In thy soft arms;
I long to be
Alone, my blessed God, with Thee;
For then Thou seem'st so near to me.
Oh, kindly screen, that hides from me
All, all, my gracious God, but Thee!

Then may I ope
The fountain deep
Of my heart, Lord;
Nor would I keep
One word from Thee; Thy holy eye
Must search me; Thou couldst ne'er pass by
One thought unholy, act unkind;
I would unburden all my mind.

Self-judged, I'd lay
Me down, my God,
In arms of love,
Nor fear Thy rod.
Each day I'd pass unceasingly,
My Father, 'neath Thy watchful eye.
Thy love restrain my heart and feet
From thought and word and way unmeet!

O Thou, my God, my Saviour, be
My guide-star o'er life's dangerous sea!

H. McD.