The Evening Winds Begin To Blow

The evening winds begin to blow,
The shadows now grow long;
But still we linger, ere we go,
To sing our latest song.

Sing praise to God for sun and shade,
For summer’s smiles and tears,
For all the blessings He has laid,
Upon our teeming years.

Sing to each other truer love,
Affection’s kindly glow,
The tenderness of God above
In human hearts below.

E’en as the dews now gently fall,
So, smiling on the day,
May God at eve upon us all
His benediction lay.