IN A MONASTERY GARDEN
(Albert W. Ketelbey - 1915)


Through the misty twilight falling
Voices from afar are calling
Calling all the weary
Homeward to their rest

The evening bell is softly peeling
While from off the cloisters stealing
A sweet prayer of mercy
Peaceful and so blessed

I wandered alone in a strange land
And the night seemed so dark and drear
When the sound of a voice seemed to call me
And brought to my mind a memory dear

It told of the joy and the gladness
That comes from the one above
Oh Lord, hear our prayers, take away all our care
And fill our hearts with love

Joy will come again with morning
Travels fast, a cloud is forming
God is love and gives us
All eternal rest



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2004)