Poems (Coolidge)/Evening

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

For works with similar titles, see Evening.

EVENING

While the stars are vigil keeping,
  Be thou sleeping
Safe beneath a sheltering wing;
Trust in One who slumbereth never,
  Guardeth ever,
Those who to His mercy cling.

By still waters now He leadeth
  And thee feedeth,
Weary soul, with manna blest;
He may send thee on the morrow
  Joy or sorrow,—
Take to-night His gift of rest.

Fear not thou the stormy billow
  When thy pillow
Is the loved disciple's own,
Gain thou strength that, with thy waking
  Sin forsaking,
Thou mayst serve thy Lord alone.

When at length there comes the dawning
  Of that morning
Which no shadowy eve can know,
From God's presence then, nor ever,
  Naught shall sever
Faithful hearts that joy o'erflow.