Night’s shadows falling men to rest are calling;Rest we, possessing heav’nly peace and blessing:This we implore Thee, falling down before Thee,Great King of Glory!
O Savior, hear us! Son of God, be near us!Thine angels send us; let Thy love attend us:He nothing feareth, whom Thy presence cheereth,Light his path cleareth.
Be near, relieving all who now are grieving;Thy visitation be our consolation:O hear the sighing of the faint and dying;Lord, hear our crying!
Thou ever livest; endless life Thou givest;Thou watch art keeping o’er Thy faithful sleeping;In Thy clear shining they are now reclining,All care resigning.
O Lord of Glory, praise we and adore Thee—Thee for us given, our true Rest from Heaven!Rest, peace, and blessing, we are now possessing,Thy Name confessing.
Ye that obey th’immortal King,Attend His holy place;Bow to the glories of His power,And bless His wondrous grace.
Lift up your hands by morning light,And send your souls on high;Raise your admiring thoughts by nightAbove the starry sky.
The God of Zion cheers our heartsWith rays of quick’ning grace;The God that spread the heav’ns abroad,And rules the swelling seas.