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This is the thanksgiving of the weary, / The song of him that is ready to rest.
It is good to be glad when the day is declining, / And the setting of the sun is like a word of peace.
The stars look kindly on the close of a journey, / The tent says welcome when the day's march is done.
For now is the time of the laying down of burdens, / And the cool hour cometh to them that have borne the heat.
I have rejoiced greatly in labour and adventure; / My heart hath been enlarged in the spending of my strength.
Now it is all gone, yet I am not impoverished, / For thus only I inherit the treasure of repose.
Blessed be the Lord that teacheth my fingers to loosen, / And cooleth my feet with water after the dust of the way.
Blessed be the Lord that giveth me hunger at nightfall, / And filleth my evening cup with the wine of good cheer.
Blessed be the Lord that maketh me happy to be quiet, / Even as a child that cometh softly to his mother's lap.
O God, thy strength is never worn away with labour: / But it is good for us to be weary and receive thy gift of rest.