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Evening Tears and Morning Songs.
‘Weeping may endure in the evening, but singing cometh in the morning.’
—Ps. xxx. 5 (Margin).
In the evening there is weeping,
Lengthening shadows, failing sight;
Silent darkness slowly creeping
Over all things dear and bright.
Lengthening shadows, failing sight;
Silent darkness slowly creeping
Over all things dear and bright.
In the evening there is weeping,
Lasting all the twilight through;
Phantom shadows, never sleeping,
Wakening slumbers of the true.
Lasting all the twilight through;
Phantom shadows, never sleeping,
Wakening slumbers of the true.
In the morning cometh singing,
Cometh joy and cometh sight,
When the sun ariseth, bringing
Healing on his wings of light.
Cometh joy and cometh sight,
When the sun ariseth, bringing
Healing on his wings of light.
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In the morning cometh singing,
Songs that ne'er in silence end,
Angel minstrels ever bringing
Praises new with thine to blend.
Songs that ne'er in silence end,
Angel minstrels ever bringing
Praises new with thine to blend.
Are the twilight shadows casting
Heavy glooms upon thy heart?
Soon in radiance everlasting
Night for ever shall depart.
Heavy glooms upon thy heart?
Soon in radiance everlasting
Night for ever shall depart.
Art thou weeping, sad and lonely,
Through the evening of thy days?
All thy sighing shall be only
Prelude of more perfect praise.
Through the evening of thy days?
All thy sighing shall be only
Prelude of more perfect praise.
Darkest hour is nearest dawning,
Solemn herald of the day;
Singing cometh in the morning,
God shall wipe thy tears away!
Solemn herald of the day;
Singing cometh in the morning,
God shall wipe thy tears away!
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