When the morn has breathed her story,
And the noon of life is past,
When the sunset’s deepening glory
Fills the waiting soul at last;
Then, like sweetest music falling
Thro’ the splendors of the West,
We shall hear the angels calling
To a blest, eternal rest.
When the day in silence sleeping,
Shows that earthly light has fled,
When the heart has ceased it’s weeping
And the final prayer is said;
Then beyond life’s great endeavor,
In the stillness of the night,
We shall wake to live forever
And shall know God’s plans are right.