EVENTIDE.
The evening shadows deepen fast,Enshrouding sea and shore;The day so bright, so quickly past,Returneth nevermore.The night is come; but lo! on highThe steadfast stars appear;A holy calm is in the sky,And heaven seems very near.So fades, at last, life’s little day,—So falls death’s deepening gloom;We hasten, each a different way,To reach one goal,—the tomb!But God is good, whate’er may come;—To every heart is givenA tender memory of home,A trembling hope of heaven.
The evening shadows deepen fast,Enshrouding sea and shore;The day so bright, so quickly past,Returneth nevermore.The night is come; but lo! on highThe steadfast stars appear;A holy calm is in the sky,And heaven seems very near.So fades, at last, life’s little day,—So falls death’s deepening gloom;We hasten, each a different way,To reach one goal,—the tomb!But God is good, whate’er may come;—To every heart is givenA tender memory of home,A trembling hope of heaven.
The evening shadows deepen fast,Enshrouding sea and shore;The day so bright, so quickly past,Returneth nevermore.
The evening shadows deepen fast,
Enshrouding sea and shore;
The day so bright, so quickly past,
Returneth nevermore.
The night is come; but lo! on highThe steadfast stars appear;A holy calm is in the sky,And heaven seems very near.
The night is come; but lo! on high
The steadfast stars appear;
A holy calm is in the sky,
And heaven seems very near.
So fades, at last, life’s little day,—So falls death’s deepening gloom;We hasten, each a different way,To reach one goal,—the tomb!
So fades, at last, life’s little day,—
So falls death’s deepening gloom;
We hasten, each a different way,
To reach one goal,—the tomb!
But God is good, whate’er may come;—To every heart is givenA tender memory of home,A trembling hope of heaven.
But God is good, whate’er may come;—
To every heart is given
A tender memory of home,
A trembling hope of heaven.