Softly on the breath of evening
Comes the tender sigh of day;
Lonely heart
by sorrow laden
’Tis the time to pray.
Weary pilgrim
cease thy mourning
Weary pilgrim
cease thy mourning
Rest beyond the river.
Pearly dews like tears are falling
Gently on the sleeping flowers;
Stars like angel eyes are beaming
From celestial bowers.
’Tis the hour where hallowed feelings
Chase our doubts and fears away;
’Tis the hour for calm devotion;
Pilgrim
watch and pray.
Though temptations dark oppress thee
Jesus guides thee on thy way;
He will hear thy lightest whisper
Pilgrim
watch and pray.