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Adelaide Anne Procter (1825-1864).
The shadows of the evening hours
Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers
The dews of evening lie:
Before thy throne, Lord of heaven,
We kneel at close of day;
Look on thy children from on high.
And hear us while we pray.
Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers
The dews of evening lie:
Before thy throne, Lord of heaven,
We kneel at close of day;
Look on thy children from on high.
And hear us while we pray.
The sorrows of thy servants. Lord,
Oh do not thou despise,
But let the incense of our prayers
Before thy mercy rise:
The brightness of the coming night
Upon the darkness rolls;
With hopes of future glory chase
The shadows on our souls.
Oh do not thou despise,
But let the incense of our prayers
Before thy mercy rise:
The brightness of the coming night
Upon the darkness rolls;
With hopes of future glory chase
The shadows on our souls.
Slowly the rays of daylight fade:
So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
That one by one depart:
Slowly the bright stars, one by one.
Within the heavens shine;
Give us, Lord, fresh hopes in heaven,
And trust in things divine.
So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
That one by one depart:
Slowly the bright stars, one by one.
Within the heavens shine;
Give us, Lord, fresh hopes in heaven,
And trust in things divine.
Let peace, Lord, thy peace, God,
Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils thou
Our trembling hearts defend;
Give us a respite from our toil.
Calm and subdue our woes;
Through the long day we labour, Lord,
Oh give us now repose.
Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils thou
Our trembling hearts defend;
Give us a respite from our toil.
Calm and subdue our woes;
Through the long day we labour, Lord,
Oh give us now repose.
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