Scripture Verse

The night cometh. John 9:4

Introduction

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Mary Mills (1855–1924)

Words: Ma­ry Mills, in Al­le­lu­ia, ed­it­ed by Frank­lin L. Shep­pard (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Pres­by­te­ri­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1915), num­ber 171. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Ma­rie Co­rel­li, Mills’ pseu­do­nym.

Music: Ce­le­st­ial Voic­es R. Fran­cis Lloyd (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Lloyd (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

In our hearts ce­les­tial voic­es
Softly say,
Day is pass­ing, night is com­ing;
Kneel and pray!

Father, we obey the sum­mons;
Hear our cry:
Pity us, and help our weak­ness,
Thou most high!

For the joys that most we cher­ish
Praised be Thou!
Good and gra­cious art Thou ev­er;
Hear us now.

Coming mor­rows we may ne­ver
Live to see;
All we ask Thee is to keep us
Safe with Thee.

Take us in Thy arms, and keep us
As Thine own.
Gather us with Thee for­ev­er
Round Thy throne.