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Lo, the setting sun is stealing / Softly through the clustering vines; / On the spirit sweet peace sealing, / As this Sabbath day declines.
Lovely spot, oh, sacred hour, / Day of all our days the best, / Weakening the tempter's power, / Pointing to the promised rest.
While we watch thy fading splendor, / Thou adorner of the skies, / May we all our hearts surrender / To the God who bade thee rise.