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Evening Devotion.

Softly now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away;

Free from care, from labor free,

Lord, I would commune with thee.

2 Thou whose all pervading eye

Naught escapes without, within,

Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day

Shall forever pass away;

Then, from sin and sorrow free,

Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known

All of man's infirmity;

Then from thine eternal throne,

Jesus, look with pitying eye.

G.W. Doane, 1824.

Evening Meditations.

Silently the shades of evening

Gather round my lowly door;

Silently they bring before me

Faces I shall see no more.

2 O the lost, the unforgotten,

Tho' the world be oft forgot!

O the shrouded and the lonely!

In our hearts they perish not.

3 Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend--

They, unlinked with earthly trouble;

We, still hoping for its end.

4 How such holy memories cluster,

Like the stars when storms are past;

Pointing up to that far heaven

We may hope to gain at last.

C.C. Cox