The sha­dows of the ev­en­ing hours
Fall from the dark­en­ing sky;
Upon the frag­rance of the flow­ers
The dews of ev­en­ing lie;
Before Thy throne, O Lord of Heav’n,
We kneel at close of day;
Look on Thy child­ren from on high,
And hear us while we pray.

The sor­rows of Thy ser­vants, Lord,
O do not now des­pise,
But let the in­cense of our pray­ers
Before Thy mer­cy rise.
The bright­ness of the com­ing night
Upon the dark­ness rolls;
With hopes of fu­ture glo­ry, chase
The sha­dows from our souls.

Slowly the rays of day­light fade,
So fade with­in our heart
The hopes in earth­ly love and joy,
That one by one de­part.
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
Within the hea­vens shine:
Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in Hea­ven,
And trust in things di­vine.

Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace,
O God, up­on our souls des­cend;
From mid­night fears and per­ils, now
Our trem­bling hearts de­fend.
Give us a res­pite from our toil;
Calm and sub­due our woes.
Through the long day we la­bor, Lord,
O give us now re­pose.