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Far in the west
the sunset’s golden splendour
Floods with its glory
all the sky above,
Calling Thy children prayer
and praise to render
To Thee, our Father,
God of perfect love!
Thine is a love that bore
The cross to save us,
Thine is a love that
broke the bonds of death;
E’en in the midst
of mortal pain forgave us,
Pleading our pardon
with Thy dying breath.
No human heart can match
Thy love so tender,
No human mind can tell
its farthest bound,
Nor height, nor depth,
not all creation’s splendour
Knoweth the limits
where Thy love is found!
Thine is the kingdom,
Thine the power and glory,
On Thee the countless
angel-hosts attend!
Yet still the countless
angel-hosts attend!
Yet still Thy love is
earth’s most wondrous story,
Yet still my soul may own
Thee Saviour, Friend.
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