See behind the crimson west,
Brightly sinks the sun to rest;
Gently close the drooping flowers,
Softly fall the vesper hours;
Hush'd is every woodland note,
Bee's loud hum and linnet's throat;
Silent is the liquid breeze,
Moonbeams kiss the rustling trees.
  Ere the loving stars arise,
  Ere soft slumber seals your eyes,
  Children, bid contentions cease,
  Let the sun go down in peace! 

Join not hymns of praise to learn,
While your hearts with anger burn;
Kneel not to your evening prayer,
With resentment lurking there.
God, who bids you dwell in love --
God, who sees you from above -- 
He is grieved your pride to see, 
Every time you disagree. 
  Ere the silver stars arise,
  Ere soft slumber seals your eyes,
  Children, bid your quarrels cease,
  Let the sun go down in peace!