Evening Hymn (Miller)

Mellow chimes are steal­ing

On the twi­light air

Faint and faint­er peal­ing

Call the heart to pray­er;

Come away! thy day is done

Leave thy toil till morn­ing sun;

Leave to God thy cares and sor­rows

In His hand He holds thy mor­rows

Holds them

ev­ery one

Holds them

ev­ery one.

In His sac­red keep­ing

All His child­ren dwell;

Waking or in sleep­ing

He shall guard them well;

In His mer­cy trust­ing still

He shall all thy hopes ful­fill;

Heart

be glad! for He hath spok­en

Never can His word be brok­en

Rest and fear no ill

Rest and fear no ill.