At Evening Time

EDITH L. PERKINS

When burdens seem too great to bear,
And endless drag the hours of blight,
Then come these words with solace rare:
At evening time it shall be light.

No path there is, however steep,
No period of blinding glooms,
But God His tender watch doth keep,
And with His Word the way illumes.

If I the wings of morning take,
And dwell within the farthest sea,
Or if in hell my bed I make,
Still from His care I cannot flee.

E'en now I praise Him and rejoice,
Though in the wilderness I be,
As listening, I hear His voice,
And know His hand is leading me.

Why, then, should evil thoughts affright,
A dream of mortal sense enthrall?
At evening time it shall be light,
And I shall see that Love is All.

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