Ps. iv.8

The evening comes, the sun is sunk and gone,

And all things lie in stillness and in rest;

And thou, my soul, for thee one rest alone

Remaineth ever, on the Father's breast.

The wanderer rests at last each weary limb;

Birds to their nests return from heath and hill;

The sheep are gathered from the pastures dim --

In Thee, my God, my restless heart is still.

Lord, gather from the regions dim and far

Desires and thoughts that wandered far from Thee;

To home and rest lead on, O guiding Star,

No other home or nest but God for me.

The daily toil of this worn body done,

The spirit for untiring work is strong;

Still hours of worship and of love begun,

Of blessed vision and eternal song.

In darkness and in silence still and sweet,

With blessed awe my spirit feels Thee near;

Within the Holiest, worships at Thy feet:

Speak Thou, and silence all my soul to hear.

To Thee my heart as incense shall arise;

Consumed upon Thine altar all my will;

Love, praise, and peace, an evening sacrifice,

And in the Lord I rest, and I am still.