1 Now the Sabbath eve declining,
Sheds around a hallowed light,
And the golden stars are shining
With a radiance pure and bright;
Soft and gentle be the numbers
Which our grateful hearts would raise,
God above, while nature slumbers,
Hear, O hear our song of praise.
2 May the words of inspiration
Which our ears have heard today,
Wake a holy contemplation,
Call our souls from earth away--
While with hearts and voices blending,
Up to heav'n our thoughts we raise,
Thou to mortal vows attending,
Hear, O hear our song of praise.
Source: The Silver Chime: a cluster of Sabbath school melodies, tunes, sentences, chants, etc., for the use of children and teachers in their school exercises, devotions, and recreations, to which is added... #72