Gerhard Ter Steegen Ps. iv.8 The evening comes, the sun is sunk and gone, And all things lie in stillness and in rest; And thou, my soul, for thee one rest alone Remaineth ever, on the Father's breast. The wanderer rests at last each weary limb; Birds to their nests return from heath and hill; The sheep are gathered from the pastures dim -- In Thee, my God, my restless heart is still. Lord, gather from the regions dim and far Desires and thoughts that wandered far from Thee; To home and rest lead on, O guiding Star, No other home or nest but God for me. The daily toil of this worn body done, The spirit for untiring work is strong; Still hours of worship and of love begun, Of blessed vision and eternal song. In darkness and in silence still and sweet, With blessed awe my spirit feels Thee near; Within the Holiest, worships at Thy feet: Speak Thou, and silence all my soul to hear. To Thee my heart as incense shall arise; Consumed upon Thine altar all my will; Love, praise, and peace, an evening sacrifice, And in the Lord I rest, and I am still. |