THE SUNSET HOUR

The sky is flushing gold and rose,And twilight shadows fall;A tender peace that comes from GodGently enfoldeth all.

And I look back through bygone yearsTo that blest sunset hour,When Jesus healed the multitudeBy Love's reflected power.

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