Now from labor and from care,
Evening shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and prayer,
Lord, I would converse with Thee:
O, behold me from above,
Fill me with a Savior’s love.
Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe,
Wither all my earthly joys;
Naught can charm me here below,
But my Savior’s melting voice.
Lord, forgive, Thy grace restore;
Make me Thine for evermore.
For the blessings of this day,
For the mercies of this hour;
For the Gospel’s cheering ray,
For the Spirit’s quickening power,
Grateful notes to Thee I raise,
Oh, accept my song of praise.