Closing my eventful day,

Let Thy love, O Christ, upon me

Shed its pure and spirit ray.

Up the starry steeps of even,

Let Thy spirit be my guide,

Till in the deathless light of heaven,

Lost to earth, my spirit glide.

There, where daylight ever lingers,

O’er the vernal flower-clad plains,—

There, where morning’s rosy fingers