Another day is gone
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Another day is gone,Great God, we bow to thee;Again, as shades of night steal on,Unto thy side we flee.
2
O, when shall that day come,Ne'er sinking in the west,—That country and that happy home,Where none shall break our rest;
3
Where all things shall be peace,And pleasure without end,And golden harps, that never cease,With joyous hymns shall blend?