A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#554

554. Evening Hymn

On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to heaven,—
Nature’s evening sacrifice.

With her fragrant offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be
To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,—
Incense of our hearts to Thee.

Thou, whose favors without number
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.

Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father’s keeping,
Calm we rest in perfect faith.

Text Information

• First Line: On the dewy breath of even
• Title: Evening Hymn
• Meter: 7s. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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