1 When the day of toil is done,
When the race of life is run,
Father, grant Thy wearied one
Rest for evermore.

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

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

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