SUNDAY AT HOME.
EVENSONG. Athwart the weary world the evening shadows gather, As slowly down the west the sun is sinking low ; Here at thy feet wo lay our burdens down, O Father, Content that Thy dear love our evcai’e doth know. For, oh. Thou lookest, Lord, with such divine compassion— Bush tender, pitying love upon our sorest need : Thy mercy for our w'eakncss and sin —Thy consolation A healing- balm for life’s distress and woes wo plead. Out from the world's confusion and discord we come, stealing Into the quietness of that serenest calm Found only in Thy presence ; and there in spirit kneeling". With grateful hearts , upraised, we breathe our evening psalm. Wc thank Thee for the day now in the twilight closing : Its blessings and its joys, ay, even for its care ; And now at eventide in faith our souls reposing Ascend to Thee, our Father, in grateful praise and prayer. —Selected.
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SUNDAY AT HOME., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 51, 9 March 1907
SUNDAY AT HOME. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 51, 9 March 1907
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