When the Day of Toil Is Done

When the day of toil is done

When the race of life is run

Father

grant Thy wea­ried one

Rest for­ev­er­more.

When the strife of sin is stilled

When the foe with­in is killed

Be Thy gra­cious Word ful­filled:

Peace for­ev­er­more.

When the dark­ness melts away

At the break­ing of the day

Bid us hail the cheer­ing ray:

Light for­ev­er­more.

When the heart by sor­row tried

Feels at length its throbs sub­side

Bring us

where all tears are dried

Joy for­ev­er­more.

When for van­ished days we yearn

Days that nev­er can re­turn

Teach us in Thy love to learn

Love for­ev­er­more.

When the breath of life is flown

When the grave must claim its own

Lord of life

be ours Thy crown

Life for­ev­er­more.