When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.