The Tranquil Hours Steal By On Drowsy Wi

The tranquil hours steal by
On drowsy wings and slow,
And over all the peaceful sky
The stars of evening glow.

No gath’ring clouds I see,
I hear no rising blast,
I fold my tired hands restfully,
As though all storms were past.

Yet whether so or not,
O Lord, thou knowest best,
This night let ev’ry anxious thought
And trembling fear have rest.

This night I will lie down
In peace beneath thine eye;
Nor heed what ills unseen may frown,
Since thou art ever nigh.

I will lie down to sleep,
From every terror free;
Nor wake to tremble or to weep,
Secure, O Lord, in thee!