Oft at the close of the busy day,
When I see its duties all complete,
I love to turn from its cares aside,
And rest a while at the Master's feet.
I love to remember He is my God;
Not a far-off name full of awe and fear,
But a living presence that fills my heart,
And a powerful friend that is ever near.
I love to remember the tender care
That has planned each step that my feet have trod,
Out of the darkness of error's night,
Into the light of the sons of God.
