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The twilight falls, the night is near ;
We put our work away,
And kneel to Him who bends to hear
The story of the day.
The old, old story ; yet we kneel
To tell it at Thy call,
And cares grow lighter when we feel
Our Father knows them all.
Knows all ! the morning and the night,
The joy, the grief, the loss,
The mountain track, the valley bright,
The hourly thorn and cross.
Thou knowest all : we lean our head,
Our wearied eyelids close ;
Content and glad awhile to tread
The path our Father knows.
And He has loved us ! all our heart
With answering love is stirred ;
And poverty and toil and smart
Find healing in that word.
So here we lay us down to rest,
As nightly shadows fall ;
And lean, confiding, on His breast,
Who knows and pities all.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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FARRANT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 354 | G | | # 646 | G | | # 449 | G | | # 188 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 587 | G | | # 539 | G | | # 162 | G | | # 199 | G | | # 873 | No key |
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