The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest:
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
We thank Thee that Thy church,
Unsleeping while earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.
The sun that bids us rest is waking,
Our brethren ‘neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making,
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
Like earth's proud empires pass away,
Thy kingdom stands and grows forever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway..
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