When softly falls the twilight hour
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When softly falls the twilight hourO'er moor and mountain, field and flower,How sweet to leave a world of care,And lift to heav'n the voice of prayer!
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In solemn midnight's silence deep,When Nature's voice is hushed in sleep,Then heavy hearts with grief oppressedMay find in prayer the sweetest rest.
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And when with reddening blush of mornThe new-born day begins to dawn,Then upward to the mercy-seatLet prayer ascend like incense sweet.
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When mid-day's burning heat we feel,When daily cares our hearts would steal,O, then to heaven we look away,And find in prayer our surest stay.