Classic Poem

1. Now from labor and from care Evening hours have set me free,
behold me from above, Fill me with a Saviour's love.
In the work of praise and prayer, Lord, I would converse with thee,

2. Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe
Wither all my earthly joys;
Nought can charm me here below,
But my Saviour's melting voice,
Lord, forgive, thy grace restore,
Make me thine for evermore.

3. For the blessings of this day,
For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,
For the Spirit's quickening power,
Grateful notes to thee I raise,
O accept the song of praise.