'Tis way past midnight,
And the song its singing ended must stop its tones,
And soften every part into a wondrous close,
Whose melody will fill to overflowing a sweet repose:
Refined and sweetened by its powerful notes,
Let joy, pure joy, leap forth in gladsome lay:
Remember that our God is always Love,
Hidden in kindness are His ways
And all revealing on that day of days.
And the song its singing ended must stop its tones,
And soften every part into a wondrous close,
Whose melody will fill to overflowing a sweet repose:
Refined and sweetened by its powerful notes,
Let joy, pure joy, leap forth in gladsome lay:
Remember that our God is always Love,
Hidden in kindness are His ways
And all revealing on that day of days.
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