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The evening comes, the sun is sunk and gone,
And all things lie in stillness and in rest;
And thou, my soul, for thee one rest alone
Remaineth ever, on the Father's breast.
The wanderer rests at last each weary limb;
Birds to their nests return from heath and hill;
The sheep are gathered from the pastures dim�
In Thee, my God, my restless heart is still.
Lord, gather from the regions dim and far
Desires and thoughts that wandered far from Thee;
To home and rest lead on, O guiding Star,
No other home or nest but God for me.
The daily toil of this worn body done,
The spirit for untiring work is strong;
Still hours of worhsip and of love begun,
Of blessed vision and eternal song.
In darkness and in silence still and sweet,
With blessed awe my spirit feels Thee near;
Within the Holiest, worships at They feet:
Speak Thou, and silence all my soul to hear.
To Thee my heart as incense shall arise;
Consumed upon Thine altar all my will;
Love, praise, and peace, an evening sacrifice,
And in the Lord I rest, and I am still.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Dates:
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1898
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4:8;
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