O Holy Father! ’mid the calm

And stillness of this evening hour,

We would lift up our solemn psalm

To praise Thy goodness, and Thy power

For over us, and over all,

Thy tender mercies still extend,

Nor vainly shall Thy children call

On Thee, our Father and our Friend!

Kept by Thy goodness though the day,

Thanksgiving to Thy name we pour;

Night o’er us, with its stars,—we pray

Thy love, to guard us evermore!

In grief, console; in gladness, bless;

In darkness, guide; in sickness, cheer;

Till, in the Saviour’s righteousness,

Before Thy throne our souls appear!