Hush'd is the evening hymn,
The organ's solemn peal,
While thro' the chancel dim
The echoes sweetly steal.

On flutt'ring wings they soar,
Now upwards to the skies,
Till they're lost for evermore
In the land of Paradise.

On one sweet quiv'ring note,
I breathe a pray'r to Heaven,
And hear it upward float
To where the clouds are riven.

Just in the far off West,
As softly dies the day,
My pray'r is borne to rest,
And the echo steals away.

But a golden ray of light
There comes in radiant stream.
And floating thro' the night 
Now floods my silent dream.

It bears upon its breast
Sweet echoes of a voice
That bid my heart to rest,
My spirit to rejoice.