1 the mellow eve is gliding
Serenely down the west;
So, every care subsiding,
My soul would sink to rest.
2 The woodland hum is ringing
The daylight's gentle close;
May angels round me, singing,
Thus hymn my last repose.
3 The evening star has lighted
Her crystal lamp on high;
So, when in death benighted,
May hope illume the sky.
4 In golden splendor dawning,
the morrow's light shall break;
Oh, on the last bright morning,
May I in glory wake!
Text Information | |
---|---|
First Line: | The mellow eve is gliding |
Meter: | 7s & 6s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Family Worship |