The twilight falls, the night is near,
I fold my work away
And kneel to One who bends to hear
The story of the day.
The old, old story, yet I kneel
To tell it at thy call;
And cares grow lighter as I feel
That Jesus knows them all.
Yes, all! The morning and the night,
The joy, the grief, the loss,
The roughened path, the sunbeam bright,
The hourly thorn and cross--
Thou knowest all; I lean my head,
My weary eyelids close,
Content and glad awhile to tread
This path, since Jesus knows!
And he has loved me! All my heart
With answering love is stirred,
And every anguished pain and smart
Finds healing in the Word.
So here I lay me down to rest,
As nightly shadows fall,
And lean, confiding, on his breast,
Who knows and pities all!
If to Jesus for relief
My soul has fled by prayer,
Why should I give way to grief
Or heart-consuming care?
While I know his providence
Disposes each event
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to discontent?
Sparrows if he kindly feed,
And verdure clothe in rich array.
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eyes away?