The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended

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.

As o’er each con­ti­nent and is­land

The dawn leads on ano­ther day

The voice of pray­er is nev­er si­lent

Nor dies the strain of praise away.

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.