LIFE’S DAY.
When the morn has breathed her story, And the noon of life is past, When the sunset’s deepening glory Fills the waiting soul at last;
Then, like sweetest music falling Thro’ the splendors of the West, We shall hear the angels calling To a blest, eternal rest.
When the day in silence sleeping, Shows that earthly light has fled, When the heart has ceased it’s weeping And the final prayer is said;
Then beyond life’s great endeavor, In the stillness of the night, We shall wake to live forever And shall know God’s plans are right.