| Thou gracious Power, whose mercy lendsThe light of home, the smile of friends,
 Our families in Thine arms enfold
 As in the peaceful days of old.
 Wilt Thou not hear us while we raise,In sweet accord of solemn praise,
 The voices that have mingled long
 In joyous flow of mirth and song?
 For all the blessings life has brought,For all its sorrowing hours have taught,
 For all we mourn, for all we keep,
 The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep.
 The noontide sunshine of the past,These brief, bright moments fading fast,
 The stars that gild our darkening years,
 The twilight ray from holier spheres.
 We thank Thee, Father; let Thy graceOur narrowing circle still embrace,
 Thy mercy shed its heavenly store,
 Thy peace be with us evermore.
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