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Around and within us the night-shadows close
Art thou weary? art thou languid?
Behind the silent tomb
Bread of the world, in mercy broken!
Day of wrath, that day of burning
Day's weary work is done
Dear Lord! remember in that day
Even to the end endure!
Faith calmeth every care
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
From Thee, O Lord, I take my lot!
God knows the best!
God of the morning! we bow at Thine altar
I am in danger
I bore with thee long weary days and nights
I come to Thee once more, my God!
I have had my happy days
I thank Thee for the loneliness
O silly souls! come near Me
I will love Thee, O my Strength!
In heavenly love abiding
Jesus, help conquer!
Jesus! the very thought is sweet!
Lord, I must walk with Thee
Lord, many times I am aweary quite
Lord of mercy and of might!
Lord, 'tis a weary night
Make use of me, my God!
My God, I love Thee, not because
My God, I thank Thee who hast made
O God! my sins are manifold; against my life they cry
O Lord! I grasp Thy hand
O Lord, my heart's chief treasure!
O ye who passe Me by, whose eyes and minde
Over against the city gates, in the flush of the eastern skies
Over the waves of life's troublesome sea
Sorrow now the harp is stringing
Still waters, pastures green
The blessed Cross shines now to us where once the Saviour bled
The Day of Life is dawning! the Gate of Glory stands
This did not once so trouble me
Thou art worthy, Lord most holy!
Thou deep abyss of blessed Love
Times flows on with me
To Heaven I lift mine eye
Wait till the morning comes
Who to the end endures

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