1 And now the sun hath sunk to rest,
Again we bend the knee
And meekly lift our ev'ning tho'ts,
O God and King, to Thee.

2 To Thee, whom seraph hosts adore,
Whom friends believe and fear,
Whose mercy seat, in skies above,
To contrite hearts is near.

3 Drive evil tho'ts and dreams afar,
And, waking or asleep,
May heav'nly peace, Thy peace, O God,
Thro' Christ our bosoms keep.

4 Let mercy fall on us like dew,
And angel pinions play
Around us, while the hours of night
In silence pass away.

5 Each night beside the sable gate
Of death the sleeper lies,
And if we pass its portals, Lord,
Let Eden greet our eyes.

Amen.