Hail, tranquil hour of closing day

Verse 1

Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! Begone, disturbing care! And look, my soul, from earth away To Him who heareth prayer.

Verse 2

How sweet the tear of penitence, Before His throne of grace, While to the contrite spirit’s sense, He shows his smiling face.

Verse 3

How sweet, thro’ long remembered years, His mercies to recall, And pressed by wants, and griefs, and fears, To trust His love for all.

Verse 4

How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear Him call His children up To His fair home on high.

Verse 5

Calmly the day forsakes our heaven To dawn beyond the west; So let my soul in life’s last ev’n, Retire to glorious rest.