How sweet it is, at eveningtide,
To feel that God our steps will guide,
And lead us gently through the day,
If we only trust His way.
And sweet it is, when night comes on,
And this vain world to sleep has gone.
To know that then, on Jesus' breast
Sheltered from sin, we sink to rest.
But sweeter still, in early life,
When we first enter earth's fierce strife.
To feel that Jesus is our friend,
"Who'll guide us safely to the end;
To feel He knows each want and grief,
And in good time will send relief;
To feel in Him we fully trust,
And are redeemed with blood of Christ