Dear Lord, as twi­light soft­ly falls,
And na­ture sinks to rest,
Let now Thy bless­èd peace des­cend
And soothe the trou­bled breast;
As gent­ly fades the light of day,
And shades of night ap­pear,
Our long­ing hearts to Thee we bring,
O heav’n­ly Fa­ther, hear!

Forgive the word, the thought un­just,
The kind­ly deed un­done;
O, may for us a bet­ter day
Rise with the mor­row’s sun!
Lend us the strength we sore­ly need,
Be Thou our stead­fast guide,
And may we now and ev­er­more,
Cling close­ly to Thy side.

Lord, when our earth­ly race is run,
O, may we by Thy grace,
Hear from Thy lips the words Well done,
And see Thee face to face.
In Thy blest pre­sence, there shall come
No lin­ger­ing shades of night;
We hail afar the wel­come ray,
The day of glo­ry bright.