While life's brief day is closing ;
Then shall I fear no gathering night,
In Jesus' love reposing.
2 At evening time may there be light,
The light of life eternal ;
The radiance of those mansions
In climes for ever vernal, [bright,
3 At evening time there shall be light,
Earth's day of storm is dying ;
Sorrow and sadness take their flight,
There shall be no more sighing.
4 At evening time there shall be light,
The twilight skies adorning ;
But oh, how fair the radiance bright
Of that swift-speeding morning.