1 Now the Sabbath eve declining,
Sheds around a hallowed light,
And the golden stars are shining
With a radiance pure and bright;
Soft and gentle be the numbers
Which our grateful hearts would raise,
God above, while nature slumbers,
Hear, O hear our song of praise.
2 May the words of inspiration
Which our ears have heard today,
Wake a holy contemplation,
Call our souls from earth away--
While with hearts and voices blending,
Up to heav'n our thoughts we raise,
Thou to mortal vows attending,
Hear, O hear our song of praise.
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First Line: | Now the Sabbath eve declining |
Title: | Now the Sabbath Eve |
Publication Date: | 1862 |
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Name: | [Now the Sabbath eve declining] |
Key: | F Major or modal |