AN EVENING THOUGHT

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 10, 1859

AN EVENING THOUGHT.

SOFTLY fall the shades of even O'er the weary waiting earth, And in yonder shining heaven Many a silver star has birth ; Fairer far the sparkling lustre For the gloom that broods below ; Brighter far each radiant cluster, Since on night's pale brow they glow.

Often thus the midnight shadows Rest upon the human soul, Till the Saviour's mercy scatters All the clouds that hold control ; Precious hopes, like stars, are beaming, O'er the vexed and tossing sea ; Precious love is brightly streaming From the mount of Calvary.

Beautiful the holy radiance, Shining in the spirit now, Peace, its seals of gladness stamping On the smiling lip and brow ; Christ can light the darkest spirit With the hallowed beams of love, Robe it in his perfect merit, Guide it to the home above.