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1 It is the gentle ev’ning hour,
And see, the shades are length’ning fast;
My spirit feels its soft’ning pow’r,
And troubles, with the day, have pass’d.
2 In quiet beauty, fix’d repose,
The hills, like guardians of the land,
Catch last the sunbeam as it glows,
And bright in tranquil grandeur stand.
3 All, all is beauty, love, and peace;
Mysterious longing heave and swell
Within my soul, and shall not cease
Till glory there alike shall dwell.Source: Gloria Deo: a Collection of Hymns and Tunes for Public Worship in all Departments of the Church #602