1 O Lord, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.
3 And Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign
As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less then they.
4 Oh, let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in ev'ry heart
Thine everlasting peace.
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First Line: | O Lord, another day is flown |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Evening |