Evening brings us home - Cowen, Frederic Hymen

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⌛ Period → Romantic ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 76104

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-06

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Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold, The sweet young grasses wither on the wold, And we, O Lord, have wandered from Thy fold; But evening brings us home. We have been wounded by the hunter’s darts, Our eyes are heavy, and our hearts Search for Thy coming, when the light departs At evening bring us home! The darkness gathers, through the gloom no star Rises to guide us; we have wander’d far; Without Thy lamp we know not where we are; At evening bring us home. The clouds are round us, and the snow-drifts thicken, O Thou, dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken, In the waste night; our tardy footsteps quicken; At evening bring us home.