When the day of toil is done,
When the race of life is run,
Father, grant your wearied one
Rest forever more.

When the strife of sin is stilled,
When the foe within is killed,
Be your gracious word fulfilled,
Peace for evermore.

When the darkness melts away,
At the breaking of the day,
Bid us hail the cheering ray,
Light for evermore.

When the heart, by sorrow tried,
Feels at length its throbs subside,
Bring us where all tears are dried,
Joy for evermore.

When the vanished days we yearn,
Days that never can return,
Teach us, in your love, to learn
Love for evermore.

When the breath of life is flown,
When the grave must claim its own,
Lord of life, be ours your crown,
Life for evermore.