Ho - ly, ho -ly, ho - ly, Lord God of Hosts! Heaven and earth are full of thee,

Heaven and earth are praising thee, O Lord most high!

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God, that Madest Earth and Heaven

(AR HYD Y NOS. 8, 4, 8, 4, 8, 8, 8, 4)

The Shadows of the Evening Hours

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(ST. LEONARD. C. M. D.)

ADELAIDE A. PROCTER, 1862

HENRY HILES, 1868

1. The shad-ows of the evening hours Fall from the
2. The sor - rows of thy servants, Lord, O do
3. Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God, Up - on

dark-'ning sky;

not
our souls de - scend;

thou de spise,

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Lord, with me a bide! When other help
fail, and com- forts flee,
glo- ries pass a way; Change and de- cay
all a - round I see;
foil the tempter's power? Who like thy self my guide and stay can be?
tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
point me to the skies: Heaven's morn-ing breaks, and earth's vain shad-ows flee;