In the eve it will be light

The sun declines, the shades increase,

O Day of God, thou art retreating!

The world grows still, her breath is peace,-

To wearied souls a heavenly greeting.-

Fear not, man, thy coming night;

In the eve it will be light.

While still in clouds the sun delays,

Let us soar up, soar up to heaven,

That, parting with this day of days,

Sweet rest unto our souls be given,

And our hearts like stars be bright;

In the eve it will be light.

And when our sun of life retreats,

When evening's shadows round us hover,

Our longing heart no longer beats,

And grave-ward sinks our mortal cover:

We shall see a glorious sight;

In the eve it will be light.