Peacefully round us the sha­dows are fall­ing,
Glad be our prais­es and trust­ful our pray­er;
Hear us, O Lord, on Thy pro­vi­dence call­ing,
Lighten our dark­ness, and ban­ish our care.

Hushed are the sheep bells afar on the moor­land,
O’er the still mea­dows the night breez­es sweep,
Faint fall the foot­steps in ci­ty and ham­let,
Safely the child­ren are fold­ed in sleep.

Softly may wea­ry ones rest from their du­ty,
Bright be the dreams of the trou­bled and worn,
While through the shades beam the stars in their beau­ty,
Watching the world till the break­ing of morn.

Lord of the night, let Thine an­gels de­fend us;
Sunshine and gloom are alike unto Thee;
Lord of the day, let Thy Spir­it at­tend us,
Bless us and keep us wher­ev­er we be.