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THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS.
The Sabbath-sun was setting slow,
Amidst the clouds of even;
“Our Father,”—breathed a voice below—
“Father, who art in Heaven!”
Amidst the clouds of even;
“Our Father,”—breathed a voice below—
“Father, who art in Heaven!”
Beyond the earth—beyond the cloud—
Those infant words were given;
“Our Father,”—angels sang aloud—
“Father, who art in Heaven!
Those infant words were given;
“Our Father,”—angels sang aloud—
“Father, who art in Heaven!
“Thy kingdom come”—still from the ground,
That child-like voice did pray;
“Thy kingdom come”—God's hosts resound—
Far up the starry way!
That child-like voice did pray;
“Thy kingdom come”—God's hosts resound—
Far up the starry way!
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“Thy will be done,”—with little tongue,
That lisping love implores;
“Thy will be done,”—the angelic throng—
Sing from seraphic shores!
That lisping love implores;
“Thy will be done,”—the angelic throng—
Sing from seraphic shores!
“For ever,”—still those lips repeat,
Their closing evening prayer;
“For ever,”—floats in music sweet—
High 'midst the angels there!
Their closing evening prayer;
“For ever,”—floats in music sweet—
High 'midst the angels there!
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