Life’s ori­ent morn hath passed away
Hushed all the cla­mor­ous cares of day;
Through twi­light calm soft steals one chime,
It shall be light at ev­en­ing time.

Life’s west­ern por­tal opes for me;
Death’s dark­en­ing val­ley near I see;
This pro­mise meets my dim­ming sight:
At ev­en­ing time it shall be light.

Jesus, my light of life, draw near,
Shine on my dark­ness, chase each fear;
Stand by me in life’s clos­ing fight,
And cheer­ing say, I am thy light.

Washed in Thy pre­cious blood alone,
Arrayed in right­eous­ness Thine own,
From ev­en­ing time I pass away,
To Hea­ven’s eter­nal shade­less day.