Close of Evening Worship.
1 Soon will our fleeting hours be past;
And, as the setting sun
Sinks downward in the radiant west,
Our parting beams be gone.
2 May He, from whom all blessings flow,
Our sacred rites attend,
Uniting all in wisdom's ways,
Till life's short journey end;
3 And as the rapid sands run down,
Our virtue still improve,
Till each receive the glorious crown
Of never-fading love.