Evening

How do Thy mercies close me round!

For ever be Thy name adored;

I blush in all things to abound;

The servant is above his Lord.

Inured to poverty and pain,

A suffering life my Master led;

The Son of God, the Son of Man,

He had not where to lay His head.

But lo! a place He hath prepared

For me, whom watchful angels keep

Yea, He Himself becomes my guard;

He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.

Jesus protects; my fears, be gone;

What can the Rock of ages move?

Safe in Thine arms I lay me down,

Thine everlasting arms of love.

While Thou art intimately nigh,

Who, who shall violate my rest?

Sin, earth, and hell I now defy;

I lean upon my Saviour's breast.

I rest beneath the Almighty's shade;

My griefs expire, my troubles cease;

Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed,

Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.