Softly Drops The Crimson Sun: Softly Down From Overhead, Drop The Bell-Notes, One By One, Melting In The Melting Red; Sign To Angel Bands Unsleeping,-- "Day Is Done, The Dark Is Dread, Take The World In Care And Keeping. "Set The White-Robed Sentries Close, Wrap Our Want And Weariness In The Surety Of Repose; Let The Shining Presences, Bearing Fragrance On Their Wings, Stand About Our Beds To Bless, Fright Away All Evil Things. "Rays Of Him Whose Shadow Pours Through All Lives A Brimming Glory, Float O'Er Darksome Woods And Moors, Float Above The Billows Hoary; Shine, Through Night And Storm And Sin, Tangled Fate And Bitter Story, Guide The Lost And Wandering In!" Now The Last Red Ray Is Gone; Now The Twilight Shadows Hie; Still The Bell-Notes, One By One, Send Their Soft Voice To The Sky, Praying, As With Human Lip,-- "Angels, Hasten, Night Is Nigh, Take Us To Thy Guardianship."