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Ada Cambridge - Evensong
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The sun has set; grey shadows darken slowly 
    The rose-red cloud-hills that were bathed in light 
O Lord, to Thee, with spirit meek and lowly, 
        I kneel in prayer to-night. 

I thank Thee for my "daily bread"—the sorrow 
    And the gladness Thou hast given me this day— 
The strange rich gifts which, through a long to-morrow, 
        Deep in my soul will stay. 

I thank Thee for the grace that aye restrainèd 
    My passionate will when it was bent for wrong— 
That fed the soul-lamp when the light had wanèd, 
        And made the weak hands strong. 

I thank Thee that the gentle voice of pleading 
    Made itself heard amid the whirl and strife— 
E`en when I walk`d my wilful way unheeding, 
        Telling of light and life. 

That in the sad hour of my soul`s affliction, 
    When I look`d backward as from parchèd lands, 
The "gracious rain" of heavenly benediction 
        Fell still from outstretch`d hands. 

Ay, ay, no earnest hope, no true endeavour, 
    Has been unanswer`d or unbless`d by Thee: 
Thou, Lord, who carest for Thine own for ever, 
        Hast cared indeed for me. 

I think of all the blessing and the sweetness 
    That made the burden of this day so light, 
How my home-ties are still in their completeness 
        Wound round my heart to-night; 

How Thou hast had my treasure in Thy keeping, 
    And yet hast spared them to be mine—still mine; 
How o`er the beds where my loved ones are sleeping 
        Thy folded wings will shine. 

And, O my God! I cannot thank Thee duly— 
    No word or deed which Jesus` love will take 
Can span the measure of one blessing truly. 
        Forgive—for Jesus` sake!
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