AN ANTHEM IN HEAT
But praise Him most, O wind astir,
O blessed wind at evening
O blessed wind at evening
O praise Him now, ye burning days
Of golden summer, hot and spent;
Planets and stars, see that His praise
Be blown about the firmament.
Yet praise Him best, O little wind
That out of heaven will blow and call,
Because, because our God is kind
And bids us live at evenfall.
Of golden summer, hot and spent;
Planets and stars, see that His praise
Be blown about the firmament.
Yet praise Him best, O little wind
That out of heaven will blow and call,
Because, because our God is kind
And bids us live at evenfall.
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