John Brownlie
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See where the orb of day
In glory sinks to rest,
The clouds of gold and purple crown
The mountains of the west;
And eve in silence brings
The night on dusky wings.
It is the hour of peace,
And hearts to heaven ascend:
Come with your burdens and your care,
To an unchanging Friend;
And let the passing day
Bear all your fears away.
It is the hour of prayer;
Let every fault be known;
Unveil the secrets of the soul,
And every sin disown;
The blood for sinners spilt,
Shall bear away your guilt.
It is the hour of praise;
Let joy the stillness break;
And every grateful thought of God
To living song awake;
And saints in heaven shall bear
To God your fervent prayer.
The night in silence falls:
O God, to Thee be praise!
And to the Spirit and the Son,
Throughout the endless days;
Eternal Three in One,
While endless ages run.
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