When evening from the starry skies

When evening from the starry skies, Its blessed dews doth send, And all the landscape stilly lies, Calm contemplation’s friend: Oh, then when moonlight beams are shed, And gales so quiet blow, And when from heaven’s fountain-head Such varied mercies flow;

Dear Saviour, bending at thy throne, ’Tis then my prayer I pour, ’Tis then my sorrows all I own, And weep while I adore: ’Tis then I know the starry skies Will listen to my prayer, Accept my spirit’s sacrifice, And charm away despair.