EN 447 While Sinks Our Land to Realms of Night
Ps.4.8
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While sinks our land to realms of night,
And twilight skies grow dim,
We raise again our joyful hearts
Our parting evening hymn.
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We bless Thee for the warm, rich glow
Of this our hallowed day,
And for the love that year by year
Shines o’er our onward way.
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And now, O Father, from on high
List to our evening prayer,
Shed o’er our hearts a blissful calm,
And keep us in Thy care.

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