The ev­en­ing winds be­gin to blow,
The sha­dows now grow long;
But still we lin­ger, ere we go,
To sing our lat­est song.

Sing praise to God for sun and shade,
For sum­mer’s smiles and tears,
For all the bless­ings He has laid,
Upon our teem­ing years.

Sing to each other tru­er love,
Affection’s kind­ly glow,
The ten­der­ness of God above
In human hearts be­low.

E’en as the dews now gent­ly fall,
So, smil­ing on the day,
May God at eve up­on us all
His be­ne­dic­tion lay.