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NIGHT.
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Night is the time to pray;
Our Saviour oft withdrew
To desert mountains far away;
So will his follower do;
Steal from the throng to haunts untrod,
And hold communion there with God.
Our Saviour oft withdrew
To desert mountains far away;
So will his follower do;
Steal from the throng to haunts untrod,
And hold communion there with God.
Night is the time for death;
When all around is peace,
Calmly to yield the weary breath,
From sin and suffering cease,
Think of heaven's bliss,—and give the sign
To parting friends:—such death be mine!
When all around is peace,
Calmly to yield the weary breath,
From sin and suffering cease,
Think of heaven's bliss,—and give the sign
To parting friends:—such death be mine!