How sweet the hour of closing day,

When all its peaceful and serene,

And the broad sun’s retiring ray

Sheds a mild lustre o’er the scene!

Such is the Christian’s parting hour,

So peacefully he sinks to rest;

And faith, rekindling all its pow’r,

Lights up the languor of his breast.

There is a radiance in his eye,

A smile upon his wasted cheek,

That seems to tell of glory nigh

In language that no tongue can speak.

A beam from heav’n is sent to cheer

The pilgrim on his gloomy road;

And angels are attending near

To bear him to their bright abode.

O Lord, that we may thus depart,

Thy joys to share, Thy face to see,

Impress Thine image on our heart,

And teach us now to walk with Thee.