Evensong is hushed in si­lence,
And the hour of rest is nigh;
Strengthen us for work to­mor­row,
Jesus, Son of God most high!
Thou who in the vil­lage wor­kshop,
Fashioning the yoke and plough,
Didst eat bread of dai­ly la­bor,
Succor them that la­bor now.

Refrain

We are wea­ry of life-long toil,
Of sor­row, and pain, and sin;
But there is a ci­ty with streets of gold,
And all is peace with­in.

How are we to reach that ci­ty,
Whose de­lights no tongue may tell?
By the faith that looks to Je­sus,
By a life of do­ing well.
Sinful men and sin­ful wo­men,
He will wash our sins away;
He will take us to the sheep­fold
Whence no sheep can ev­er stray

Refrain

There the dear ones who have left us
We shall some day meet again;
There will be no bit­ter part­ings,
No more sor­row, death or pain.
Evensong has closed in si­lence,
And the hour of rest is nigh;
Lighten Thou our dark­ness, Je­sus,
Savior, Son of God most high!

Refrain