One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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EVENING.
“Man goeth forth to his work and to his labour till the evening.”
The sun is gone, the long clouds break
And sink adown his golden wake;
Behold us, met now work is done
To seek Thy grace at evensong.
And sink adown his golden wake;
Behold us, met now work is done
To seek Thy grace at evensong.
Half-hearted, tardy, cold are we,
Warm us, and draw our souls to Thee;
Draw us to follow, as the sun,
Thy servant, vassal worlds draws on.
Warm us, and draw our souls to Thee;
Draw us to follow, as the sun,
Thy servant, vassal worlds draws on.
Break to us, dealer of man's bread,
Food fresh from heaven as manna spread,
Lest of the poisonous fruits of death
Eat the sad soul that hungereth.
Food fresh from heaven as manna spread,
Lest of the poisonous fruits of death
Eat the sad soul that hungereth.
We would not meagre gifts down-call
When Thou dost yearn to yield us all;
But for this life, this little hour,
Ask all Thy love and care, and power.
When Thou dost yearn to yield us all;
But for this life, this little hour,
Ask all Thy love and care, and power.
Show us Thy pureness, here, on earth;
Into Thy kingdom give us birth.
We would not wish or dare, to wait
In better worlds a better state.
Into Thy kingdom give us birth.
We would not wish or dare, to wait
In better worlds a better state.
But save us now, and cleanse us now,
Receive each soul and hear its vow:
“My Father's God, on Thee I call,
Thou shalt be my God, and my All.”
Receive each soul and hear its vow:
“My Father's God, on Thee I call,
Thou shalt be my God, and my All.”
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