
On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to heaven,—
Nature’s evening sacrifice.
With her fragrant offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be
To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,—
Incense of our hearts to Thee.
Thou, whose favors without number
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.
Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father’s keeping,
Calm we rest in perfect faith.
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #554
First Line: | On the dewy breath of even |
Author: | Julia Anne Elliott |
Source: | Martineau's Col. |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
On the dewy breath of even. Julia Ann Elliott, née Marshall. [Evening.] First published in her husband's Psalms & Hymns, 1835, anonymously, and subsequently with the signature " I. A. E." in the Index. In modern collections it is usually found, as in the Leeds Hymn Book, 1853, and the Baptist Psalms & Hymns, 1858, where stanzas i.-iii. are unaltered from Mrs. Elliott, stanza v. from the same altered, and stanza iv. by another hand. In some hymn-books this hymn is attributed to Miss Charlotte Elliott, but in error.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)