How calmly the evening once more is descending

1 How calmly the evening once more is descending,
As kind as a promise, as still as a pray'r;
O wing of the Lord, in Thy shelter befriending,
May we and our households continue to share.

2 The sky, like the kingdom of heaven, is open;
O enter, my soul, at the glorious gates;
The silence and smile of His love are the token,
Who now for all comers invitingly waits.

3 We come to be soothed with His merciful healing,
The dews of the night cure the wounds of the day;
We come, our life's worth and its brevity feeling,
With thanks for the past, for the future we pray.

4 Lord, save us from folly; be with us in sorrow;
Sustain us in work till the time of our rest;
When earth's day is over, may heaven's tomorrow
Dawn on us, of homes long expected possessed.

Source: Concordia: a collection of hymns and spiritual songs #248