1 Again the circling hours disclose,
The happy time for sweet repose;
Then let us free from anxious care,
Address the throne of grace by pray'r.

2 Thou great first cause least understood,
Thou only wise, and great, and good,
Almighty ruler of the skies,
Accept our evening sacrifice.

3 With willing hearts, and thankful songs,
Praise God to whom all praise belongs,
And for the favors of the day,
Our gratitude in songs display.

4 That God who said, let there be light,
And from the ebon throne of night,
Shot thro' the gloom a vivid ray,
Hath kept us through another day.

5 Oh! may these thoughts possess our breast,
While we on downy pillows rest,
Each dull desponding murmur cease,
And every dream, and thought be peace.