At evening time, when day is done,

Life’s little day is near its close,

And all the glare and heat are gone,

And gentle dews foretell repose—

To crown my faith before the night,

At evening time let there be light.

2 At evening time when labor’s past,

Though storms and toils have marred my day,

Mercy has tempered every blast,

And love and hope have cheered the way:

Now let the parting hour be bright;

At evening time let there be light.

3 God doth send light at evening time,

And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee.

I trust his promises sublime;

His glory now is risen on me;

His full salvation is in sight;

At evening time there now is light.