Father supreme! Thou high and holy One,
To Thee we bow;
Now, when the labor of the day is done,
From age to age unchanging, still the same
All-good Thou art;
Hallowed forever be Thy reverend name
In every heart!
When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,
Thy smile was there;
Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,
We feel Thy care.
Night spreads her shade upon another day
So o’er our faults, Thy love, we humbly pray
A veil may cast.
Silence and sleep, o’er hearts by earth distrest,
Now sweetly steal;
So every fear that struggles in the breast
Shall faith conceal.
Thou through the dark will watch above our sleep
With eye of love;
And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leap
The hills above.
O, may each heart its gratitude express
As life expands,
And find the triumph of its happiness
In Thy commands!
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #553