Now Condescend Almighty King

Now condescend, almighty King,
To bless this little throng;
And kindly listen while we sing
Our pleasant evening song.

Brothers and sisters, hand in hand,
Our lips together move:
Oh, smile upon this little band,
Unite our hearts in love.

We come to own the power divine
That watches o’er our days;
For this our feeble voices join;
To God we give the praise.

May we in safety sleep to-night,
From every danger free;
For, Lord, the darkness and the light
Are both alike to thee.

And when the rising sun displays
His cheering beams abroad,
Then may our grateful morning lays
Declare the love of God.