BY EMILY APPLETON WARE.

Far in the west the day is slowly fading,

Dark grow the shadows of the evening hours ;

Sweet o’er, the senses steal the zephyrs, laden
With the soft fragrance of the drooping flowers ;
Grant us Thy peace.

All through the day our erring steps have wandered
Far from the path Thy sacred steps have trod;

With broken vows and precious moments squandered,
On humble knee we pray Thee, 0 God !
Grant us Thy peace.

Dark grows the night, the weary world is sleeping,
Darkness can hide not from Thy piercing light:

Take us, O Saviour, in Thy gracious keeping,
Safe from the terrors of the lonely night:
Grant us Thy peace.

Grant us Thy peace when life’s brief day is closing,
Hold Thy dear cross before our fading eyes ;

Through the dark vale within Thine arms reposing,
Till morning dawns for us in Paradise,
In perfect peace.”

Reference Data:

Methodist Magazine and Review, Vol. 54, 1901, page 446