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How calmly the evening
once more is descending,
As kind as a promise,
as still as a prayer;
O wing of the Lord,
in Thy shelter befriending,
May we and our households
continue to share!
The sky, like the kingdom
of heaven, is open;
O enter, my soul,
at the glorious gates;
The silence and smile
of His love are the token,
Who now for all comers
invitingly waits.
We come to be soothed
with His merciful healing,
The dews of the night
cure the wounds of the day;
We come, our life’s worth
and its brevity feeling,
With thanks for the past,
for the future we pray.
Lord, save us from folly;
be with us in sorrow;
Sustain us in work till
the time of our rest;
When earth’s day is over,
may heaven’s to-morrow
Dawn on us, of homes
long expected possessed.
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12 11 12 11
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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BROOME
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12 11 12 11
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