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The sweetest of the Gospel songs,
To all the Saints so dear,
To every eventide belongs
Throughout the changeful year.
It sanctifies the vesper hour
When summer smiles serene;
It is a joy-constraining power
When winter blasts are keen.
'My soul doth magnify the Lord’—
Ecstatic is the voice
That sings of Paradise restored—
'My spirit doth rejoice!’
Pinzolo: 1882.
