EVENING PRAYER
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H. CORDELIA RAY
Father of Love! We leave our souls with Thee! Oh! may Thy Holy Spirit to us be A peaceful Dove! Now when day's strife And bitterness are o'er, Oh! in our hearts all bruisèd gently pour The dew of life. So as the rose— Though fading on the stem— Awakes to blush when morning's lustrous gem Upon it glows;— May we awake, Soothed by Thy priceless balm, To chant with grateful hearts our morning psalm, And blessings take. Or let it be, That where the palm trees rise, And crystal streams flow, we uplift our eyes To Thee!—to Thee!