When day's toil at last is done,
And deep'ning shadows veil the sun,
Whose warm rays fade beyond the hill;
When white gull's wings at last are still,
And peace is on the far blue deep;
The bird, the bee, the flower asleep—
The new moon's silver horn swings low,
And ev'ning star shines out aglow.
Dwell thou in secret place most High,
With Him who watches ever nigh.
Above thee shall His wings be spread,
His angels hover near thy head;
For He shall give them charge to keep
Thee safe through all thy long night's sleep,
And bear thee up, lest thou should'st fall.
Though sun and moon and star depart,
His light and peace shall fill thy heart,
For God is All-in-all.
