Long the sun hath gone to rest,
Dimmed is now the deepening west,
And the sky hath lost the hue
That the rich clouds o'er it threw.
Lonely on the pale-blue sky,
Gleam faint streaks of crimson dye,
Gloriously the evening star
Looks upon us from afar
Aid us o'er the changeful deep,
Oh ! God of power;
Bless the ocean toiler's sleep,
At midnight hour.
On the stilly gloaming air,
We would breathe our solemn prayer-
Bless the dear ones of our home,
Guide us o'er the surging foam.
To the light of those dear eyes,
Where our heart's best treasure lies,
To the love in one fond breast,
That unchanging home of rest !
Hear her! when at even tide
She kneels to pray,
That God would bless, defend, and guide
Those far away
Now the moon hath touched the sea,
And the waves all tremblingly,
Throw towards heaven their silvery spray,
Happy in the gladdening ray:
Thus Redeemer let thy love
Shine upon us from above.
Touched by thee our hearts will rise.
Grateful towards the glowing skies.
Guard us, shield us, Mighty Lord,
Thou do'st not sleep:
Still the tempest with thy word-
And rule the deep.