91. 8 & 7s. M. C. Robbins. Close of Worship. Evening.

1 Lo! the day of rest declineth;
Gather fast the shades of night --
May the Sun that ever shineth,
Fill our souls with heavenly light.

2 Softly now the dew is falling;
Peace o'er all the scene is spread; --
On his children meekly calling,
Purer influence God will shed.

3 While thine ear of love addressing,
Thus our parting hymn we sing,
Father, give thine evening blessing;
Fold us safe beneath thy wing.