Evening Hymn, Z.193 (Arr. Silas Wolston)

Now, now that the sun hath veil'd his light
And bid the world goodnight
To the soft bed, my body I dispose
But where, where shall my soul repose?
Dear God, even in Thy arms
And can there be any so sweet security
Then-to-thy-rest, O my soul
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days
Hallelujah!