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silent curtains of the night Our mournful cell surround, God's dwelling is in perfect light, His mercy hath no bound.

His blessed sun, with cheering smile, Dispenses good to all, Even on the sinful and the vile His daily bounties fall.

The way of wickedness is hard, Its bitter fruits we know, Shame in this world is its reward, And in the future, woe.

Yet Thou, who see'st us while we pay Our penalty of pain, Cast not our souls condemned away, Nor let our prayer be vain.