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)