THE HARP OF PITCAIRN. 347 
Jesus, friend of dying sinners, 
Ere we close our eyes m sleep, 
Let the hope that dwells within us 
Prove thou dost thy people keep : 
Gracious Shepherd ! 
From the wolf defend thy sheep. 
Holy Ghost, be ever near us, 
Make our hearts thy blest abode ; 
Strengthen, purify, and cheer us. 
Raise our waking thoughts to God ; 
With sweet visions 
Gild the hours on sleep bestow'd. 
4. 
Eather, Son, and Holy Spirit, 
Us into thy keeping take ; 
Not for our deserts or merit, 
Solely for thy mercy's sake, 
Oh, protect us, 
When we sleep and when we wake. 
HYMN. 
1. 
I will not encumber my verse 
With metaphor, figure, or trope ; 
Nor will I the praises rehearse 
Of aught in creation's wide scope ; 
My Bible shall furnish the theme, 
My subject will angels applaud, 
My soul shall rejoice in his name, 
My Brother, my Saviour, my God. 
