As sha­dows length­en and the night grows cold,
Not see­ing how life’s pag­es will un­fold,
Give us Your peace as, yield­ing to Your will,
We trust the Au­thor loves and keeps us still.

One thing we pray, when ev­en­ing round us falls,
Show us the place on me­mo­ry’s dark­ened walls,
As dim­ming eye and fail­ing flesh grow weak,
Show us where pic­tures of Your love still speak.

That we may tell to ge­ne­ra­tions new,
Tell of a faith­ful­ness for­ev­er true,
Tell of a pow­er that keeps us to the end,
Tell of our God, pro­tec­tor, guide and friend.

Then, when our task is done and comes the wing
Of death’s bright an­gel, teach us how to sing,
With soar­ing con­fi­dence to mount on high,
Flying to gold­en streets be­yond the sky.