The smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God.@Revelation 8:4
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Luther O. Emerson (1820–1915)

Ju­lia A. El­li­ott, 1835. First pub­lished anon­y­mous­ly in her hus­band’s Psalms and Hymns. Her au­thor­ship was ac­know­ledged in the 1839 Third Thou­sand by the ad­di­tion of her in­i­tials in the in­dex. Some hym­nals er­ro­neous­ly cre­dit the words to James Mar­ti­neau (they ap­peared in a la­ter col­lec­tion of his).

Craw­ford (Em­er­son) Lu­ther O. Em­er­son, in the Hymn and Tune Book for the Church and the Home, r­evised ed­i­tion (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Am­er­i­can Un­i­tar­i­an As­so­ci­a­tion, 1883), page 67 (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats first two lines of each verse).

On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to Heaven,
Nature’s evening sacrifice.

With her fragrant offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be—
To Thy throne, O lord, ascending—
Incense of our hearts to Thee.

Thou, whose favors, without number,
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.

Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father’s keeping
Calm we rest in perfect faith.