Poems (Coolidge)/Evening
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.