Evensong Is Hushed in Silence

Evensong is hushed in si­lence

And the hour of rest is nigh;

Strengthen us for work to­mor­row

Jesus

Son of God most high!

Thou who in the vil­lage work­shop

Fashioning the yoke and plough

Didst eat bread of dai­ly la­bor

Succor them that la­bor now.

We are wea­ry of life-long toil

Of sor­row

and pain

and sin;

But there is a ci­ty with streets of gold

And all is peace with­in.

How are we to reach that ci­ty

Whose de­lights no tongue may tell?

By the faith that looks to Je­sus

By a life of do­ing well.

Sinful men and sin­ful wo­men

He will wash our sins away;

He will take us to the sheep­fold

Whence no sheep can ev­er stray

There the dear ones who have left us

We shall some day meet again;

There will be no bit­ter part­ings

No more sor­row

death or pain.

Evensong has closed in si­lence

And the hour of rest is nigh;

Lighten Thou our dark­ness

Je­sus

Savior

Son of God most high!