Hail, tranquil hour of closing day!

Begone, disturbing care;

And look, my soul, from earth away,

To him who heareth prayer.

2 How sweet the tear of penitence,

Before his throne of grace,

While, to the contrite spirit’s sense,

He shows his smiling face.

3 How sweet, through long remembered years,

His mercies to recall;

And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears,

To trust his love for all.

4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope,

Beyond this fading sky,

And hear him call his children up

To his fair home on high.

5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven,

To dawn beyond the west;

So let my soul, in life’s last even,

Retire to glorious rest.