Slowly, slow­ly dark­en­ing
The ev­en­ing hours roll on;
And soon be­hind the cloud-land
Will sink my set­ting sun.

Around my path life’s mys­ter­ies
Their deep­en­ing sha­dows throw;
And as I gaze and pon­der,
They dark and dark­er grow.

But there’s a voice above me
Which says, Wait, trust and pray;
The night will soon be ov­er,
And light will come with day.

Father! the light and dark­ness
Are both alike to Thee;
Then to Thy wait­ing ser­vant,
Alike they both shall be.

The great un­end­ing fu­ture,
I can­not pierce its shroud;
Yet no­thing doubt, nor trem­ble,
God’s bow is on the cloud.

To Him I yield my spi­rit,
On Him I lay my load;
Fear ends with death; be­yond it
I no­thing see but God.

Thus mov­ing to­wards the dark­ness
I calm­ly wait His call,
Now see­ing, fear­ing—no­thing;
But hop­ing, trust­ing—all!