Daylight is fading, twilight is shading
Meadow and hill with a deepening gray;
Heavenly Father, now as we gather,
Let us give thanks for the beautiful day.
Light of the morning, bright in the dawning,
Blessings that come to us all the day long;
’Tis of Thy giving, God of the living,
That we can offer this evening song.
But in its splendor, gracious and tender,
Wondrous Thy love that can cast away fear;
Dearer and rarer, richer and fairer,
Best of all gifts that Thou givest us here.