The sun declines; o’er land and sea creeps on the night;
The twinkling stars come one by one to shed their light;
With Thee there is no darkness, Lord; with us abide,
And ’neath Thy wings we rest secure this eventide.

Forgive the wrong this day we’ve done, or thought, or said;
Each moment with its good or ill to Thee has fled;
O Fa­ther, in Thy mercy great will we confide;
Thy benediction now bestow this eventide.