Sunset and dawn

In the evening there is weeping,

Lengthening shadows, failing sight;

Silent darkness, slowly creeping

Over all things dear and bright.

In the evening there is weeping,

Lasting all the twilight through;

Phantom shadows, never sleeping,

Wakening slumbers of the true.

In the morning cometh singing,

Cometh joy and cometh sight,

When the sun ariseth, bringing

Healing on his wings of light.

In the morning cometh singing,

Songs that ne'er in silence end,

Angel minstrels ever bringing

Praises new with thine to blend.

Are the twilight shadows casting

Heavy glooms upon thy heart?

Soon in radiance everlasting

Night for ever shall depart.

Art thou weeping, sad and lonely,

Through the evening of thy days?

All thy sighing shall be only

Prelude of more perfect praise.

Darkest hour is nearest dawning,

Solemn herald of the day;

Singing cometh in the morning,

God shall wipe thy tears away!