On the Dewy Breath of Even

On the dewy breath of ev­en

Thousand od­ors ming­ling rise

Borne like in­cense up to Heav­en

Nature’s ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice.

With her frag­rant of­fer­ings blend­ing

Let our glad thanks­giv­ings be—

To Thy throne

O lord

as­cend­ing—

Incense of our hearts to Thee.

Thou

whose fa­vors

with­out num­ber

All our days with glad­ness bless

Let Thine eye

that knows no slum­ber

Guard our hours of help­less­ness.

Then

though con­scious we are sleep­ing

In the out­er courts of death

Safe be­neath a Fa­ther’s keep­ing

Calm we rest in per­fect faith.