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 heaven,

We kneel at close of day;

Look on thy children from on high,

And hear us while we pray.

2 The sorrows of thy servants, Lord,

O, do not thou 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 on our souls.

3 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.

4 Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God,

Upon our souls descend;

From midnight fears and perils, thou

Our trembling hearts defend;

Give us a respite from our toil,

Calm and subdue our woes;

Through the long day we suffer, Lord,

O, give us now repose!