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The Sabbath sun was setting slow,
Amidst the clouds of even;
Beyond the earth, beyond the cloud,
Those infant words were given;
Father, who art in Heaven !"
“Thy kingdom come,” still from the ground
That childlike voice did pray; “Thy kingdom come,” God's hosts resound,
Far up the starry way!
" Thy will be done,” with little tongue
That lisping love implores;
Sing from seraphic shores !