Father, by Thy Love and Power

Father

by Thy love and pow­er

Comes again the ev­en­ing hour;

Light has van­ished

la­bors cease

Weary crea­tures rest in peace;

Thou

whose ge­ni­al dews dis­till

On the low­li­est weed that grows

Father

guard our couch from ill

Lull Thy child­ren to re­pose

We to Thee our­selves re­sign;

Let our lat­est thoughts be Thine.

Savior

to Thy Fa­ther bear

This our fee­ble ev­en­ing pray­er;

Thou hast seen how oft to­day

We

like sheep

have gone as­tray;

Worldly thoughts

and thoughts of pride

Wishes to Thy cross un­true

Secret faults and un­des­cried

Meet Thy spir­it-pierc­ing view;

Blessèd Sav­ior

yet

through Thee

Grant that we may par­doned be.

Holy Spir­it

breath of balm

Fall on us in ev­en­ing’s calm;

Yet a while

be­fore we sleep

We with Thee will vi­gils keep;

Lead us on our sins to muse

Give us tru­est pe­ni­tence;

Then the love of God in­fuse

Breathing hum­ble con­fidence;

Melt our spir­its

mold our will

Soften

strength­en

com­fort still.

Blessèd Tri­ni­ty

be near

Through the hours of dark­ness drear;

Then

when shrinks the lone­ly heart

Thou more clear­ly pre­sent art;

Father

Son

and Ho­ly Ghost

Watch o’er our de­fense­less heads;

Let Thy an­gels’ guard­ian host

Keep all ev­il from our beds

Till the flood of morn­ing rays

Wake us to a song of praise.