On the wings of light declining
Sinks the westering sun to sleep:
Lord, alike in dark or shining,
Thy pure eyes their vigil keep.
Let Thy light, which faileth never,
Round me shine, though day depart;
And, though night prevaileth, ever
Flood the chambers of my heart.
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