EN 916 Prayer Is the Key
Ps.41.2
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Prayer is the key for the bending knee
To open the morn’s first hours;
See the incense rise to the starry skies,
Like perfume from the flow’rs.
2
Not a soul so sad, nor a heart so glad
When cometh the shades of night,
But the daybreak song will the joy prolong,
And some darkness turn to light.
3
Take the golden key in your hand and see,
As the night-tide drifts away,
How its blessed hold is a crown of gold,
Thro’ the weary hours of day.
4
When the shadows fall, and the vesper call
Is sobbing its low refrain,
’Tis a garland sweet to the toil-dent feet,
And an antidote for pain.
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Soon our toils will cease, and will come release;
Life’s tears shall be wiped away,
As the pearl gates swing, and the gold harps ring,
And we enter eternal day.

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