1 The light of Sabbath eve
Is fading fast away;
What record will it for us leave,
To crown the closing day?

2 Is it a Sabbath spent
Of fruitless time destroyed?
Or have these moments to us lent
Been sacredly employed?

3 To waste these Sabbath hours,
O may we never dare;
Nor desecrate with words of ours
These sacred days of prayer.

4 But may our Sabbaths here
Inspire our hearts with love;
And prove a blessed foretaste clear,
Of that sweet rest above.