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I ran across this hymn today, and thought (like I do about a lot of hymns) that the lyrics were worth noting. This one is attributed to James Edmeston (1820) and George C. Stebbins (1878). I'm guessing one wrote the words, and the other composed the music. Anyway, enjoy.

Savior, breathe an evening blessing,

ere repose our spirits seal;

sin and want we come confessing:

thou canst save, and thou canst heal.

Though destruction walk around us,

though the arrow past us fly,

angel guards from thee surround us;

we are safe if thou art nigh.

Though the night be dark and dreary,

darkness cannot hide from thee;

thou art he who, never weary,

watchest where thy people be.

Should swift death this night o'er take us,

and our couch become our tomb,

may the morn in heav'n awake us,

clad in light and deathless bloom.