As Darker, Darker Fall Around (anonymous 1842)
As darker, darker fall around
The shadows of the night,
We gather here with hymn and prayer,
To seek the eternal light.
Father in Heaven, to Thee are known
Our many hopes and fears,
Our heavy weight of mortal toil,
Our bitterness of tears.
For weary eyes, and aching hearts,
And feet that from Thee rove,
The sick, the poor, the tired, the fallen,
We pray Thee, God of love.
We bring to Thee our hopes and fears
And at Thy footstool lay;
And, Father, Thou who loves all
Wilt hear us as we pray.