Mellow chimes­ are steal­ing
On the twi­light air,
Faint and faint­er peal­ing,
Call the heart to pray­er;
Come away! thy day is done,
Leave thy toil till morn­ing sun;
Leave to God thy cares and sor­rows,
In His hand He holds thy mor­rows,
Holds them, ev­ery one,
Holds them, ev­ery one.

In His sac­red keep­ing
All His child­ren dwell;
Waking or in sleep­ing,
He shall guard them well;
In His mer­cy trust­ing still,
He shall all thy hopes ful­fill;
Heart, be glad! for He hath spok­en,
Never can His word be brok­en,
Rest and fear no ill,
Rest and fear no ill.