SUNDAY EVENING. " ^^^^^^> Lord, hast 77iade me glad through thy
worksP [L. M. T ORD, when this holy morning broke T ORD, when this holy morning broke
"^ O'er island, continent, and deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke.
All round the world, the feast to keep.
2 From east to west the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And still where evening stretched her shade,
And stars came forth, were heard their songs.
3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To hearts in trouble thou wast nigh,
Nor one hath sought thy face in vain.
4 The poor in spirit thou hast fed,
Thy chastened ones have kissed the rod,
The mourner thou hast comforted,
The pure in heart have seen their God.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America (Rev. ed.) #351