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at eventide.
At Eventide—
Sad at heart, and dissatisfied
With labour done, and left undone;
Sighing, I lay the burdens down,
And yet, God knows how hard I tried,
Though little I've done, at Eventide.
Sad at heart, and dissatisfied
With labour done, and left undone;
Sighing, I lay the burdens down,
And yet, God knows how hard I tried,
Though little I've done, at Eventide.
At Eventide—
Weary with struggling 'gainst wind and tide,
With hope departed, faith nigh dead,
My earnest prayers unanswered,
I question—"Brother, do not chide
If God is just at Eventide."
Weary with struggling 'gainst wind and tide,
With hope departed, faith nigh dead,
My earnest prayers unanswered,
I question—"Brother, do not chide
If God is just at Eventide."
At Eventide—
Voices come from the other side—
Echoes from the eternal spheres—
Whispering to my earth worn ears:
"Child of earth, whate'er betide,
In Heaven there's light at Eventide!"
Light? "Yes, light at Eventide!"
Voices come from the other side—
Echoes from the eternal spheres—
Whispering to my earth worn ears:
"Child of earth, whate'er betide,
In Heaven there's light at Eventide!"
Light? "Yes, light at Eventide!"
