
Author: Julia A. Elliott Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9392 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to Heaven,
Nature’s evening sacrifice.
2 With her fragrant offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be—
To Thy throne, O lord, ascending—
Incense of our hearts to Thee.
3 Thou, whose favors, without number,
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.
4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father’s keeping
Calm we rest in perfect faith. Languages: English Tune Title: CRAWFORD
On The Dewy Breath Of Even