‘At evening time it shall be light.’ –ZECH. 14:7
DEAR Lord, Thy good and precious Book seems written
all for me;
Wherever I may open it, I find a word from Thee.
My eyes are dim, but this one verse is pillow for the
Thy promise that ‘At Evening Time it shall be’ surely
It was not always light with me; for many a sinful year
I walked in darkness, far from Thee; but Thou hast
brought me near,
And washed me in Thy precious blood, and taught me by
And lifted up on my poor soul the brightness of Thy
My Saviour died in darkness that I might live in light,
He closed His eyes in death that mine might have the
He gave up all His glory to bring it down to me,
And took the sinner’s place that He the sinner’s Friend
His Spirit shines upon His Word, and makes it sweet
Just like a shining lamp held up beside me as I read;
And brings it to my mind again alone upon my bed,
Till all abroad within my heart the love of God is shed.
I’ve nearly passed the shadows and the sorrows here
A little while–a little while, and He will come, I know,
And take me to the glory that I think is very near,
Where I shall see Him face to face and His kind welcome
And now my loving Jesus is my Light at Eventide,
The welcome Guest that enters in for ever to abide;
He never leaves me in the dark, but leads me all the way,–
So it is light at Evening Time, and soon it will be Day!
*Written to acompany an engraving:–An old man, worn, but peaceful, sitting at his cottage door in evening sunlight, with The Book on his knee.
Frances Ridley Havergal from THE POETICAL WORKS