The Sun Has Reached His Western Goal

The sun has reached his western goal,
And night-winds hush the world to rest;
Be still, and worship God, my soul,
Who through the day thy life hath blest.

To God thy Maker thanks accord,
For life, and hope, and every good;
And all the comfort of His Word
Incarnate, for the spirit’s food.

Ah, night is dark when clouds of guilt
The shrinking soul with fears distress;
Call on the Christ Whose blood was spilt,
And all thy guiltiness confess.

Then let me rest in calm repose,–
Secure in Him my rest is sweet;
The fears of night no dread impose,
If I have worshipped at His feet.

O Christ, Who art my Light, I pray,
Keep Thou my soul till morning shine;
Then, brighter than the orb of day,
Illume my path with light divine.