Once more thy well-known voice lift up,

A Saviour's goodness to proclaim;

Take in thy hand salvation's cup,

Call on thy God, and bless His name!

It harmonizes with the past

Of a devoted life, like thine,

That thus serenely to the last

Thy setting sun should brightly shine.

Long since first shone its morning rays,

Its noon-tide splendour may be spent;—

Can coming night avert our gaze,

While stars are in the firmament?

Faith, hope, and love, as stars come forth,

Making a more than noon of night!

And bear this witness to thy worth,

’Tis eventide, and round thee— light!