Christian Worship Evening Hymn.
Lord of glory! King of power!
In this lone and silent hour,
While the shades of darkness rise,
And the eve is on the skies,
By thy blessing, as the dews,
Which yon shaded skies diffuse,
Bid our feverish passions cease;
Calm us with thy promised peace.
Wheresoe’er the brow of pain
Seeks oblivion’s balm in vain,
Or the form of watchful grief
Knows not of the night’s relief,
There thy pity, softening power,
There the spirit’s calm restore;
Till each tongue, from murmuring free,
Wakes the hymn of praise to thee.