THE PEACE OF EVENING
As slowly, one by one,
The stars appear,
My burdened heart I lift,
And feel to God anear.
The stars appear,
My burdened heart I lift,
And feel to God anear.
The daily toil is o'er,
And though oppressed,
The peace of evening brings
To my worn spirit rest.
And though oppressed,
The peace of evening brings
To my worn spirit rest.
While now the tear-dimmed eye
Beholds His face,
The wordless prayer ascends
For added gifts of grace;
Beholds His face,
The wordless prayer ascends
For added gifts of grace;
That, silent watches past,
For Him I may
Be strong in service true,
Throughout the newborn day.
For Him I may
Be strong in service true,
Throughout the newborn day.
THE DOWNWARD SLOPE
The day is spent, the night draws nigh,
In twilight hush who passes by?
Though steps be feeble, eyes grown dim,
The downward slope leads up to Him.
In twilight hush who passes by?
Though steps be feeble, eyes grown dim,
The downward slope leads up to Him.
The night is nigh and spent the day,
Yet, heavenly light illumes the way;
My Guide unerring down the vale
Still upward leads,—I shall not fail.
Yet, heavenly light illumes the way;
My Guide unerring down the vale
Still upward leads,—I shall not fail.
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