Hail, Tranquil Hour of Closing Day

Hail tran­quil hour of clos­ing day!

Begone

dis­turb­ing care!

And look

my soul

from earth away

To Him who hear­eth pray­er.

How sweet the tear of pe­ni­tence

Before His throne of grace

While

to the con­trite spir­it’s sense

He shows His smil­ing face.

How sweet

through long re­mem­bered years

His mer­cies to re­call

And

pressed with wants and griefs and fears

To trust His love for all.

How sweet to look

in thought­ful hope

Beyond this fad­ing sky

And hear Him call His child­ren up

To His fair home on high.

Calmly the day for­sakes our heav­en

To dawn be­yond the west;

So let my soul

in life’s last ev­en

Retire to glo­ri­ous rest.