The Evening Winds Begin to Blow

The ev­en­ing winds be­gin to blow

The sha­dows now grow long;

But still we lin­ger

ere we go

To sing our lat­est song.

Sing praise to God for sun and shade

For sum­mer’s smiles and tears

For all the bless­ings He has laid

Upon our teem­ing years.

Sing to each other tru­er love

Affection’s kind­ly glow

The ten­der­ness of God ab­ove

In human hearts be­low.

E’en as the dews now gent­ly fall

So

smil­ing on the day

May God at eve up­on us all

His be­ne­dict­ion lay.