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AT EVENTIDE.
To meet the white death angel face to face,
And hear Thy call,—
And hear Thy call,—
When life lies low,—
A gasping shadow by the altar-stair,
That leadeth up from darkness unaware
To heaven's glow,—
A gasping shadow by the altar-stair,
That leadeth up from darkness unaware
To heaven's glow,—
Thus let us wait;
In faith and trust, with prayer and blessing fond,
Still mindful of the morning light beyond,—
Before the gate.
In faith and trust, with prayer and blessing fond,
Still mindful of the morning light beyond,—
Before the gate.
Not sore distressed,—
But calmly folding life's dull garb away,
Lie down in peace to wait the coming day,
And find our rest!
But calmly folding life's dull garb away,
Lie down in peace to wait the coming day,
And find our rest!
