Now from Labor and from Care

Now from la­bor and from care

Evening shades have set me free;

In the work of praise and pray­er

Lord

I would con­verse with Thee:

O

be­hold me from above

Fill me with a Sav­ior’s love.

Sin and sor­row

guilt and woe

Wither all my earth­ly joys;

Naught can charm me here be­low

But my Sav­ior’s melt­ing voice.

Lord

for­give

Thy grace re­store;

Make me Thine for ev­er­more.

For the bless­ings of this day

For the mer­cies of this hour;

For the Gos­pel’s cheer­ing ray

For the Spir­it’s quick­en­ing pow­er

Grateful notes to Thee I raise

Oh

ac­cept my song of praise.