1 Evening shades are softly blending
With the daylight’s parting ray,
And the dreamy twilight, bending
O’er the couch of dying day,
Gently whispers, gently whispers,
“Truth and Love pass not away;”
Gently whispers, gently whispers,
“Truth and Love pass not away.”
2 Tho’ the day seem long and dreary,
Work and care at twilight cease,
And the toilers, worn and weary,
Find from labor sweet release;
Anxious toilers, anxious toilers
Fin in slumber rest and peace;
Anxious toilers, anxious toilers
Fin in slumber rest and peace.
3 Thus when life’s brief day is ended,
And the deep’ning shades appear,
By thy rod and staff defended,
E’en in death I’ll feel no fear.
Blessed Savior, blessed Savior,
Death is life when thou art near;
Blessed Savior, blessed Savior,
Death is life when thou art near.
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 3 #91