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John Brownlie

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Lord, let my evening prayer

As incense sweet ascend;

And while I lift my hands to Thee,

From heaven in mercy bend.

For in Thy name I hope,

And brightness floods my way;

The night departs, and clouds that roll,

And threaten with dismay.

And in Thy name I trust,

To find Thy promise sure;

Thy cov'nant like the mountains strong,

That evermore endure.

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Now, at this evening hour,

My hope and trust renew;

Refresh me as the earth that drinks

The cool refreshing dew.

And when the morning wakes,

Awake my soul, I pray,

That in Thy strength goes forth to bear

The burdens of the day.

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