  Far, far away o’er the meadow, Watching the sunset’s glow, List’ning to the songbirds chirping To the night, sweet and low, Oh there as the twilight shadows Bid goodbye to the day, How our souls go out in rapture From tenements of clay. For there in the dim seclusion Of nature’s magic hour, A glorious beauty is revealed Of God’s most sacred pow’r. A sublime myster’ous vision, A halo from above, Casting sunshine o’er the shadows By virtue of His love. |
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