Classic Poem

Soft as fades the sunset splendor
And the light of day grows dim,
We to God our praises render,
Sing we thus our vesper hymn, —
Jubilate, Amen!
Father, gracious, loving, tender,
Oh, accept the grateful strain!

Day by day comes rich in blessing,
Night by night brings holy calm;
Lord, to thee our praise addressing,
Rises thus our joyful psalm, —
Jubilate, Amen!
But, unworthiness confessing,
Into silence fades again.