Текст оригинала на английском языке
A Hymn for Family Worship
O Lord, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. And wilt thou bend a listening ear, To praises low as ours? Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray; For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they. O let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace! Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine, A flock by Jesus led; The Sun of Holiness shall shine In glory on our head. And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way; Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day.
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