Slowly Sinks the Setting Sun

Slowly sinks the set­ting sun

Now the work of day is done;

Lord

we come a thank­ful throng

Raise to Thee our ev­en­ing song.

For Thy ten­der care be­stowed

For Thy par­don­ing blood which flowed;

For Thy love that crowns our days

Lord

ac­cept our grate­ful praise.

And when sets life’s wea­ry sun

When the toil of earth is done

To Thy home of per­fect rest

Lord

re­ceive us

ev­er blest.

For the robe

the palm

the blood

May we al­ways praise our God

And with all the ran­somed throng

Swell high Heav­en’s tri­umph­ant song.