EVENING- BRINGS US HOME.
Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold, The sweet young grasses wither on the wold, And we, O Lord, have wandered from thy fold ; But evening brings us home. Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox Watches the straggler from the scattered flopks ; But evening brings us homo. The sharp thorns prick us, and our tender feet Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat Their pitiful complaints, — oh, rest is Bweet When evening brings us home. We have been wounded by the hunter's darts. Our eyes are very heavy, and our hearts Search fur Thy coming, — when the light departs At evening bring us home. The darkness gathers. Thro' the gloom no star Rises to guide us. We have wandered far. Without Thy lamp we know not where we are. At evening bring us home. The clouds are round us, and the snow-drifts thicken. O thou dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken In the waste night, — our tardy footsteps quicken, At evening bring us home. Delta.
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Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 206, 22 January 1866, Page 3
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183EVENING- BRINGS US HOME. Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 206, 22 January 1866, Page 3
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