And ’tis evening, pale eve with me now.
Oh! where are the friends who in life’s early morn,
With me did their journey commence;
Some are estranged, while some few still remain,
And others departed long since.
And when I too, like them, shall be summoned away,
And the shadows of death on me fall,
Be thou the Great Shepherd of Israel but near,
My Saviour, my God, and my all.
And though the “dark valley” we all must pass through,