Slowly, by God’s hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; O, how still
Is the working of His will!

Mighty Spi­rit, ever nigh!
Work in me as silently;
Veil the day’s distracting sights,
Show me Hea­ven’s eter­nal lights.

Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought;
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like those upper fires!

Holy truth, eter­nal right,
Let them break upon my sight;
Let them shine serene and still,
And with light my being fill.