At the Hour of Closing
Lord of wondrous workings,
grant us understanding—
now at the hour of closing.
A chosen few are called,
their eyes toward you lifting—
they stand exalted in their trembling
now, at the hour of closing.
They pour forth their souls;
Read Poem grant us understanding—
now at the hour of closing.
A chosen few are called,
their eyes toward you lifting—
they stand exalted in their trembling
now, at the hour of closing.
They pour forth their souls;
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