Now from la­bor and from care,
Evening shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and pray­er,
Lord, I would con­verse with Thee:
O, be­hold me from above,
Fill me with a Sav­ior’s love.

Sin and sor­row, guilt and woe,
Wither all my earth­ly joys;
Naught can charm me here be­low,
But my Sav­ior’s melt­ing voice.
Lord, for­give, Thy grace re­store;
Make me Thine for ev­er­more.

For the bless­ings of this day,
For the mer­cies of this hour;
For the Gos­pel’s cheer­ing ray,
For the Spir­it’s quick­en­ing pow­er,
Grateful notes to Thee I raise,
Oh, ac­cept my song of praise.