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At morn or eve when worldly Care
Would seek to breathe the calmer air
Of Thy pure temple; Peace is there,
But not for her. At mercy gate
Repentance stands, made wise too late,
Half lifts the latch, as one in guise
To enter, but with tearful eyes
Sees her lost heritage and sighs.
But watching for returning grief,
The great Absolver with relief
Stands by the door, and bears the key
O'er Penitence on bended knee:
Then blending accents, sweet to save,
Come like the gale on sullen wave,
When Day is at his western cave.

“Our Father, who dost dwell above,
May we find rest in Thy dear love,
And sanctify in heart Thy name;
Where else shall sinner hide his shame,

When rising and departing Sun
But numbers duties left undone,
And nearer brings th'Eternal throne!

May we, advancing that to meet,
Feel daily more beneath our feet,
The better strength which doth the will,
And seeth Thee, and so is still:
And borne on Thy sustaining arm,
Which daily feeds, and keeps from harm,
The wrath of man by love disarm.

The sole assurance that we live,
Is that we others thus forgive;
And day and night, where shall we flee
The wily Tempter, but to Thee?
Dim shadows range this earthy cell,
The Kingdom and the Glory dwell
With Thee, alone unchangeable.”

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IV. In the Daily Service.