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C. M.
The day goeth away.
Jer. 6:4.
Hail, tranquil hour of closing day!
Begone, disturbing care;
And look, my soul, from earth away,
To him who heareth prayer.
2 How sweet the tear of penitence,
Before his throne of grace,
While, to the contrite spirit’s sense,
He shows his smiling face.
3 How sweet, through long remembered years,
His mercies to recall;
And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears,
To trust his love for all.
4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope,
Beyond this fading sky,
And hear him call his children up
To his fair home on high.
5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven,
To dawn beyond the west;
So let my soul, in life’s last even,
Retire to glorious rest.
L. Bacon.