When the shades of night are falling, And the sun has gone to rest, We can hear the Father calling From the regions of the blest, Asking for our hearts’ devotion— For our humble, fervent pray’r, Knowing that our cares and sorrows May be told to Him while there.
Here we thank Him for His presence And His keeping through the day, And for all the many blessings We’ve enjoyed along the way. Here we tell Him all our trials, All our burdens and our needs, And the blessed Spirit, list’ning, Gently for us intercedes.
How our Father then assures us That He understands it all; Even though our pray’rs are feeble, He can hear the faintest call, And regards with deepest pleasure Every offering we bring; How our praises rise like incense, As to Him by faith we cling!
Oh, how sweet to thus be favored By this precious Holy One! Father’s love to us extended Through His dear beloved Son. By His grace we’ll follow closely In His footsteps through the day, Then, when eve’s devotion calls us, With enjoyment we can pray.
