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<h2>WHEN THE GREAT SUN SINKS TO HIS REST</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.” 1 Chronicles 16:29</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_babcock_md_2.jpg" alt="Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1858-1901)" width="133.333333333333" height="188"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Lockport Presbyterian Church</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_babcock_md.html" target="_blank">Maltbie Davenport Babcock</a>, 1901. Like Babcock’s famous hymn <a href = "./hymns/hymns_html/htm_t_i_tismyfw.html">This Is My Father’s World</a>, these lyrics reflect his great love of the outdoors.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Venantius,” Rouen church melody </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stvenant.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>When the great sun sinks to his rest,<br>
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His golden glories thrilling me,<br>
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And voiceless longings stir my breast,<br>
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Then teach me, Lord, to worship Thee.</p>
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<p>And when the stars—the daylight fled—<br>
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In serried, shining ranks I see,<br>
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Filling the splendid vault o’erhead,<br>
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Then teach me, Lord, to worship Thee.</p>
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<p>Or if in solemn forest shades<br>
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The calm of nature steals o’er me,<br>
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And silence all my soul pervades,<br>
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Then teach me, Lord, to worship Thee.</p>
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<p>Not in the sacred shrines alone,<br>
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Which chime their summons unto me,<br>
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Would I look upward to Thy throne,<br>
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But everywhere would worship Thee.</p>
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