In the evening I will sing His glory;
When the daily task is done,
And the disappearing sun
Signs, and seals in gold, the past day’s story.
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I will sing His glory from the shadows;
Earth grows old, and disappears,
Weary, scarred, and bathed in tears;
Even pain and toil, His glory hallows.
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Still my soul will sing, while life lies sleeping;
Resting in love infinite,
Known by Him who is the Light;
Held, through starless midnight, in His keeping.
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I will sing His glory through the waiting;
As our dark orb slips through time
Toward a rendezvous sublime,
Toward the greater glory of day’s breaking.
JT
