The human spirit in its weary hour,
Now at the bright day’s close.
4 Father! my soul would be
Pure as the drops of eve’s unsullied dew—
And as the stars whose nightly course is true,
So would I be to thee.
5 Not for myself alone
Would I the blessings of thy love implore;
But for each penitent the wide earth o’er,
Whom thou hast called thine own.