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At the Close of the Day

At the close of the day

When life's toil fades away

And all so peacefully sleep,

No rest do I find

Since Thou left me behind

'Till Death around me doth creep.

Bitter nights of despair
Hath made fragrant the air,

And Teardrops turned into dew,
I watch and I wait

Till Thou doth open the gate
And Thy love leadeth me thro'.

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