The Sabbath day has reached its close,
Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,
Grant me the peace Thy love bestows;
Smile on my evening hour.

Weary I come to Thee for rest;
Hallow and calm my troubled breast;
Grant me Thy Spirit for my guest;
Smile on my evening hour.

Let not the gospel seed remain
Unfruitful, or be sown in vain;
Let heavenly dews descend like
Smile on my evening hour.

O Jesus, Lord enthroned on high,
Thou hearest the contrite spirit's sigh;
Look down on me with pitying eye;
Smile on my evening hour.

My only intercessor Thou,
Mingle Thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer and every vow;
Smile on my evening hour.

And, oh, when rime's short course shall end,
And death's dark shades around impend,
My God, my everlasting Friend,
Smile on my evening hour.