1 The twilight falls, serene and still;
Soft shadows steal adown the hill,
And drowsy seems the bird’s sweet trill,
At eventide, at eventide.
Chorus:
At eventide, at eventide,
My all to Jesus I confide,
And draw the nearer to His side,
At eventide, at eventide.
2 His hourly mercies I review,
And read in them the tokens new
Of love unchanging, wise and true,
At eventide, at eventide. [Chorus]
3 Or, have some drops of sorrow’s rain
Bro’t to my heart a throb of pain?
The stars of peace shine out again,
At eventide, at eventide. [Chorus]
4 I think sometimes, when day is done,
Of joys beyond life’s setting sun,
The steps of faith will heav’nward run,
At eventide, at eventide. [Chorus]
Source: The New Make Christ King #24