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In the mid silence of the voiceless night,
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek,
O God, but Thee ?
And if there be a weight upon my breast,
Some vague impression of the day foregone,
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee,
And lay it down.
Or if it be the heaviness that comes
In token of anticipated ill,
My bosom takes no heed of what it is.
Since 'tis Thy will.
For, oh, in spite of past and present care,
Or any thing beside, how joyfully
Passes that silent, solitary hour.
My God, with Thee !
More tranquil than the stillness of the night,
More peaceful than the silence of that hour,
More blest than any thing, my bosom lies
Beneath Thy power.
For what is there on earth that I desire
Of all that it can give or take from me,
Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek,
O God, but Thee !
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10 10 10 4
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MUSIC
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AN EVENING PRAYER
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10 10 10 4
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