Day's Decline
 
1. 'Tis now the hour our prayers to pour, 
So warns the day's career: 
'Tis time to swell the canticle
Of praise, Redeemer dear. 
 
2. The soul make clean, the mind serene, 
And work the work divine:
In mercy weigh their prayers who pray, 
And endless life assign. 
 
3. As one by one, when day is done, 
The summerlights still glow;
And, o'er the face of eve, their trace 
Of ruddy radiance throw; 
 
4. So when the pall of night shall fall 
Around us and above,
With brightness cheer its mantle drear, 
And warm us with Thy love. 
 
5. All praise to Thee, O Father, be, 
In this our day's decline;
Eternal Son, all-holy One, 
And Spirit, praise be Thine.