Sunday Evening.
“I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s- day.”
—Rev. i. 10.
The Sabbath-day has reach’d its close!
Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,
Grant me the peace thy love bestows—
Smile on my evening hour!
Oh, heavenly Comforter, sweet guest!
Hallow and calm my troubled breast,
Weary I come to thee for rest—
Smile on my evening hour!
If ever I have found it sweet
To worship at my Saviour’s feet,
Now to my soul that bliss repeat—
Smile on my evening hour!
Let not the Gospel seed remain
Unfruitful, or be lost again;
Let heavenly dews descend like rain—
Smile on my evening hour!
Oh, ever present, ever nigh,
Jesus, on thee I fix mine eye:
Thou hear’st the contrite spirit’s sigh—
Smile on my evening hour!
My only intercessor thou,
Mingle thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer and every vow—
Smile on my evening hour!
And oh, when life’s short course shall end,
And death’s dark shades around impend,
My God, my everlasting Friend—
Smile on my evening hour!