The Sun Declines

The sun de­clines; o’er land and sea creeps on the night;

The twink­ling stars come one by one to shed their light;

With Thee there is no dark­ness

Lord; with us ab­ide

And ’neath Thy wings we rest se­cure this ev­en­tide.

Forgive the wrong this day we’ve done

or thought

or said;

Each mo­ment with its good or ill to Thee has fled;

O Fa­ther

in Thy mer­cy great will we con­fide;

Thy be­ne­dict­ion now be­stow this ev­en­tide.