1
Savior, breathe an evening
blessing,
Ere repose our spirits
seal;
Sin and want we come
confessing;
Thou canst save, and Thou
canst heal.
2
Though the night be dark
and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from
Thee;
Thou art He who, never
weary,
Watchest where Thy people
be.
3
Though destruction walk
around us.
Though the arrow past us
fly,
Angel guards from Thee
Surround us,
We are safe if Thou art
nigh.
4
Should swift death this
night o're-take us,
And our couch become our
tomb,
May the morn of glory wake
us,
Clad in light and deathless
bloom.
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