1 The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down o'er the slumbering sea; And now, in the hush of life's fitful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee. 2 For oft would'st thou wander alone on the mountain, As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave; 3 And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow |