Then It Is To Thee O Lord
When sunset's glory crowns
At eventide,
And the shades of night
Are drawing nigh,
It is to Thee O Lord
My heart shall cry.
When the night is long,
I lift my song to Thee,
The one who never
Slumbers nor sleeps,
Lo, He keeps my soul
Though the billows roll!
Then soon, twilight
Doth burst through
The open sky,
With splendor and light
O'er the horizon,
Then, too, my soul shall be rising.
Rising as the Eagles,
And soaring to the skies
Soaring on wings
Of prayer and praise
To the God of glory
To whom is worthy of all praise!
I will praise the Lord who counsels me, even at night my heart will instruct me. Psalm
15:7
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