Evening Hymn.

EVENING HYMN.

HOW quick the passing hours have fled, And days how fast they speed; And morning light, and evening shade, With rapid haste succeed.

Still now the busy hand of toil, Our sun lights other skies; To him whose favors on me smile, My evening praises rise.

Of blessings which my life has brought, I'm lost in the survey; For scarcely could I number out The mercies of this day.

The health, the peace, the social joy, My happy hours have shar'd; For all my wants a rich supply, Was thro' this day prepar'd.

No irksome toil my time opprest, Or sloth supinely lost; With social ease, it still was blest, Or pleasing cares could boast.

I thank my God who led me on, His statutes to pursue, For any good my hand has done, And all I wish'd to do.

And now I lay me down to rest, Beneath his guardian care: Unless his wisdom think it best, No danger shall come near.