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THE FAR-SPENT DAY.
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THE FAR-SPENT DAY.
‘Abide with us . . . the day is far spent.’
—St. Luke xxiv. 29.
Past are the perils of the changeful day;
The glow is gone;
The storm-clouds settle into evening gray,
And slowly on
The glow is gone;
The storm-clouds settle into evening gray,
And slowly on
I journey; but in pain oft looking back,
Tearful I see
Footprints of One, whose friendship now I lack,
Grown strange to me.
Tearful I see
Footprints of One, whose friendship now I lack,
Grown strange to me.
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Why parted we? My foe in every strife
Thou hast o'erthrown;
Yet in this quiet afternoon of life
Thou leav'st me lone.
Thou hast o'erthrown;
Yet in this quiet afternoon of life
Thou leav'st me lone.
Lord, must I tarry till the graveyard rest
With Thee to talk?
While I still labour I can listen best:
Beside me walk.
With Thee to talk?
While I still labour I can listen best:
Beside me walk.
As from those twain, whose hearts within them burn'd,
The Saviour went,
Turn'd He not round and tarried, when he learn'd
The day far spent?
The Saviour went,
Turn'd He not round and tarried, when he learn'd
The day far spent?
So tarry with me till the night be past;
And round me make
Such glory, and such sunset, as shall last
Till the daybreak.
And round me make
Such glory, and such sunset, as shall last
Till the daybreak.
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