Emma Kirkby - An Evening Hymn - Henry Purcell
Now that the sun hath made his flight
and bids the world goodnight
to the soft bed my body I dispose,
but where shall my soul repose ?
Dear God, even in thy arms,
and can there be any more sweet security ?
Then to thy rest O my soul,
and singing, praise the mercy that prolongs thy days.
Alleluia.
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