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Show AT CLOSE OF DAY. , The twilight hour draws on apace, That hour of sweetest calm, ; And evening with its tender hush, Kails like a healing balm a O'er all the world; so wearied with The tumult of the day; And gladly earth's frail children now . j The homeward call obey. The day is going hom to God, a Before the shadows of night It flees, and silent wings its way. Toward the realm of light. j Where, soon, before the great Whit Throne. 3 A record it will give it Of words and deeds Aye. yours and mine, $ For therefore did it live. j Oh! let us strive into each hour, I Some little, tender, helpful word, I Some ministry of grace, ; i That, when the day goes home to God, j I A record it may bear if Of burdens eased, and hearts made glad, Our crown of blessing there. i |