Chicory with There is never a day so dreary and The day is gently sinking to a close

There is never a day so dreary,
But God can make it bright;
And unto the soul that trusts Him,
He giveth songs in the night.
There is never a path so hidden,
But God will lead the way,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray.

There is never a cross so heavy,
But the nail-scar’d hands are there,
Outstretched in tender compassion,
The burden to help us bear.
There is never a heart so broken,
But the loving Lord can heal;
For the heart that was pierc’d on Calv’ry,
Doth still for His loved ones feel,
For the heart that was pierc’d on Calv’ry,
Doth still for his loved ones feel.

There is never a life so darken’d,
So hopeless and unblest,
But may be fill’d with the light of God,
And enter His promised rest.
There is never a sin or sorrow,
There is never a care or loss,
But that we may bring to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross,
But that we may bring to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross.
                          Lilla M. Alexander
The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows.
O Brightness of Thy Father’s glory,
Thou Eternal Light of Light, be with us now.
Where Thou art present darkness cannot be;
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.

Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Onward to darkness and to death we tend.
O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide,
Be Thou our light in death’s dark eventide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.

Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succours fail.
When all is dark may we behold Thee nigh,
And hear Thy voice: “Fear not, for it is I.”

The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
In that last sunset when the stars shall fall,
May we arise awakened by Thy call,
With Thee, O Lord, for ever to abide
In that blest day which has no eventide.  Amen

Christopher Wordsworth