The Fading Day Adorns the West

The fad­ing day adorns the west

And calls our wait­ing world to rest;

Thou Lord of light and all we know

Thy calm and peace on us be­stow.

O Lord

as si­lent sha­dows fall

Thy lov­ing-kind­ness shield us all;

And for Thy child­ren near and far

Set out o’er each a gold­en star.

Of Thy pro­tect­ing hand aware

May all in sleep in­vite Thy care;

And

strength re­newed and dark­ness gone

Behold with joy the light of dawn.