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THE LITTLE TWINKLING STAR.
There's a little twinkling star,
From its home so high and far,
Down, through evening shades and damp,
Beaming like a diamond lamp!
From its home so high and far,
Down, through evening shades and damp,
Beaming like a diamond lamp!
Soft as angel ministry
Doth its lustre come to me,
While to God, who holds it there,
I address my soul in prayer.
Doth its lustre come to me,
While to God, who holds it there,
I address my soul in prayer.
Clouds at times may intervene
Me and that dear star between;
While, unchanged, the star will be
True to heaven, and true to me.
Me and that dear star between;
While, unchanged, the star will be
True to heaven, and true to me.
So may sinful thoughts arise
In my soul, and o'er my eyes
Bring a vapor, that will hide
God's bright angel at my side!
In my soul, and o'er my eyes
Bring a vapor, that will hide
God's bright angel at my side!
May the penitential tear
Then my clouded vision clear;
And my drooping spirit feel
Christ apply the pardon-seal!
Then my clouded vision clear;
And my drooping spirit feel
Christ apply the pardon-seal!
Still that peaceful star on high,
Like an angel-watcher's eye,
Do I love to know, will keep
Beaming o'er me while I sleep.
Like an angel-watcher's eye,
Do I love to know, will keep
Beaming o'er me while I sleep.
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