Softly fades the twi­light ray,
Of the holy Sa­bbath day;
Gently as life’s set­ting sun,
When the Chris­tian’s course is run.

Night her so­lemn man­tle spreads
O’er the earth as day­light fades;
All things tell of calm re­pose,
At the holy Sab­bath’s close.

Peace is on the world abroad,
’Tis the ho­ly peace of God;
Symbol of the peace with­in,
When the spir­it rests from sin.

Still the Spir­it lin­gers near,
Where the ev­en­ing wor­ship­er
Seeks com­mun­ion with the skies,
Pressing on­ward to the prize.

Savior, may our Sab­baths be
Days of peace and joy in Thee!
Till in Heav’n our souls re­pose,
Where the Sab­bath ne’er shall close.