Scripture Verse

The day is Thine, the night also is Thine. Psalm 74:16


Words: Jo­seph An­stice, 1836.

Music: Ev­en­ing Hour Sam­u­el P. War­ren, 1896 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of An­stice (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Wa­ren, would you ?

Samuel P. Warren


Father, by Thy love and power
Comes again the evening hour;
Light has vanished, labors cease,
Weary creatures rest in peace;
Thou, whose genial dews distill
On the lowliest weed that grows
Father, guard our couch from ill,
Lull Thy children to repose,
We to Thee ourselves resign;
Let our latest thoughts be Thine.

Savior, to Thy Father bear
This our feeble evening prayer;
Thou hast seen how oft today
We, like sheep, have gone astray;
Worldly thoughts, and thoughts of pride,
Wishes to Thy cross untrue,
Secret faults and undescried,
Meet Thy spirit-piercing view;
Blessèd Savior, yet, through Thee,
Grant that we may pardoned be.

Holy Spirit, breath of balm
Fall on us in evening’s calm;
Yet a while, before we sleep,
We with Thee will vigils keep;
Lead us on our sins to muse,
Give us truest penitence;
Then the love of God infuse,
Breathing humble confidence;
Melt our spirits, mold our will,
Soften, strengthen, comfort still.

Blessèd Trinity, be near,
Through the hours of darkness drear;
Then, when shrinks the lonely heart,
Thou more clearly present art;
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Watch o’er our defenseless heads;
Let Thy angels’ guardian host
Keep all evil from our beds,
Till the flood of morning rays
Wake us to a song of praise.