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O’er silent field and lonely lawn
Her dusky mantle night hath drawn;
At twilight’s holy, heartfelt hour,
In man his better soul hath power.
The passions are at peace within,
And stilled each stormy thought of sin;
The yielding bosom, overawed,
Breathes love to man, and love to God.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1854 | # 461 |
echo ' | ';
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