Until the Evening

No help in all the stranger-land,

O fainting heart, O failing hand?

A morning and a noon,

Evening cometh soon.

The way is endless, friendless? No;

God sitteth high to see below;

A morning and a noon,

Evening cometh soon.

Look yonder on the purpling West;

Erelong the glory and the rest.

A morning and a noon,

Evening cometh soon.