I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of closing day
In humble, grateful, prayer.

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On God, Whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

Thus, when life�s toilsome day is o�er,
May its departing ray,
Be calm at this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.