1 Thy people, Lord, of many lands and nations,
In evening praise are met to wait Thy will;
Weak men and women, living by Thy patience—
Be very patient still.
2 Suffer us, yet, O Lord, a little longer;
With all our broken purposes of good—
Suffer us yet, and make our spirits stronger
To serve Thee as we should.
3 Be with us all, dear Lord, guard Thou our sleeping;
If any waken, temper Thou the gloom
Of night’s dark watches quiet in Thy keeping
Until the day shall come.
4 Call us to labor blithely on the morrow,
With morning faces and with morning hearts;
Or if the day that dawns be marked for sorrow,
Nerve us to bear our parts.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8495