 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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When the summer sunlight closes,
And each weary flower reposes,
When the evening breezes move,
Like whispers of a spirit's love,—
Then to Heaven your voices raise,
'Tis the hour of prayer and praise.
And each weary flower reposes,
When the evening breezes move,
Like whispers of a spirit's love,—
Then to Heaven your voices raise,
'Tis the hour of prayer and praise.
When the tempest cloud is breaking,
And the thunder's voice is waking,
When across the brow of night
Lurid lightning flashes bright,—
Then to Heaven in heart draw near,
'Tis the hour of holy fear.
And the thunder's voice is waking,
When across the brow of night
Lurid lightning flashes bright,—
Then to Heaven in heart draw near,
'Tis the hour of holy fear.
Offer not your vows in sadness,
Raise the exulting song of gladness;
To the world God's works are shown,
To the world his praise be known;
Sound with harp and timbrel free,
The glories of the Deity.
Raise the exulting song of gladness;
To the world God's works are shown,
To the world his praise be known;
Sound with harp and timbrel free,
The glories of the Deity.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |