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EVENING HYMN.
Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift my soul.—
Psalms, 25: 1.
Psalms, 25: 1.
Lord of the stars of night! thy love
Is ever beaming from above!
Thy name is written in the sky,
In the bright lunar realms on high!
Is ever beaming from above!
Thy name is written in the sky,
In the bright lunar realms on high!
They are appointed to be bright,
And to make glad the halls of night;
And, from the chambers of the west,
To beckon me away to rest.
And to make glad the halls of night;
And, from the chambers of the west,
To beckon me away to rest.
Lord! if the realms of endless space
Are thine eternal dwelling-place,
Surely thou art upon the light
Of that bright seraph of the night.
Are thine eternal dwelling-place,
Surely thou art upon the light
Of that bright seraph of the night.
And if thou art upon that sphere,
I know that thou art with me here;
And if thou art the soul of me,
Lord! what should I not do for thee!
I know that thou art with me here;
And if thou art the soul of me,
Lord! what should I not do for thee!
Then, in the fulness of thy power,
Pour on the offering of this hour
The healing incense of thy love,
And lift my sacrifice above.
Pour on the offering of this hour
The healing incense of thy love,
And lift my sacrifice above.
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