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Blessèd day, when pure devotions
Rise to God on wings of love;
When we catch the distant music
Of the angel choirs above.
Blessèd day, when bells are calling
Weary souls from earthly care;
And we come with hearts uplifted,
To the holy place of prayer.
Blessèd day, so calm and restful,
Bringing joy and peace to all;
Linger yet in tranquil beauty,
Ere the shades of evening fall.
Blessèd day, thy light is fading,
One by one its beams depart;
May their calm and sweet reflection
Still abide in every heart.