The
light of day
The
light of day is fading, the candle’s flame burns low,
Far,
far our feet have travelled, a long way still to go
Our
goal seams oh so far away, none knows the hour the day
Our
weary, wanderings through the world, drawn-out by long delay.
We
know we’re here to conquer, to win a victor’s crown
God,
father grand the faith, the strength
Seal
us to be thein own.
Moonlight
on the windowsill
World
so quiet, calm and still
As
this day comes to a close
May
all God’s children
Around
the world
Find
blessed sweet repose.
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