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EVENING HYMN.
'Tis evening, and the skies
With starry lights are spread;
How very fair the moonbeams rise,
And silver radiance shed.
With starry lights are spread;
How very fair the moonbeams rise,
And silver radiance shed.
I will retire to rest,
'Neath Heaven's o'er-arching sky,
And feel my nightly visions blest,
For God is watching by.
'Neath Heaven's o'er-arching sky,
And feel my nightly visions blest,
For God is watching by.
And if the wing of death
Should sweep o'er my repose,
Resign'd, I'll yield to Him my breath,
And rise as Jesus rose.
Should sweep o'er my repose,
Resign'd, I'll yield to Him my breath,
And rise as Jesus rose.
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