Softly The Evening Vespers
Hallow The Closing Day;
Sweetly The Savior Whispers,
“Come To The Throne And Pray.”

Softly I Hear Him Calling,
Calling At Close Of Day;
Sweetly His Tones Are Falling,
“Come To The Throne And Pray.”

Come, Ere The Shadows Lengthen,
Bring Him Thy Burdened Heart;
Come Where His Grace May Strengthen,
Come From Thy Cares Apart.

Smiles Of His Love Await Thee,
Lighting His Lovely Face;
Just To Behold His Beauty,
Dwell In The Secret Place.

Boldly We May Approach Him,
Mercy And Grace To Own;
Tempted Like Us, He Bid Us
Come To The Father’s Throne.