THE glowing sun sinks low beyond the hill,
Flushing with transient rose the upper air,
The darkening woods afar stand hushed and still,
And bird and beast to nature's rest repair,
While gently, its appointed place to fill,
Comes in the quiet tide the evening peace to share.
On scenes like these, of old, the Master's eye
Might oft have rested as he took his way,
After long hours of loving ministry,
Into the solitudes, alone, to pray—
To drink deep draughts of heavenly harmony,
And peace and power renew in Soul's reviving ray.
Oh, I would follow in those steps this night,
And come, dear God, with prayer, to seek Thy face;
Open my eyes to see with Spirit-sight,
My heart to feel the inflow of Thy grace;
Shed on my mental path Thy guiding light
To lead me to Thy presence in Thy secret place.
