The Sun Is Sinking o’er the Mountains Far

The sun is sink­ing

O’er the mount­ains far

To shine in lands that lie

Beyond our sight;

Thine own

Oh

Fa­ther!

All earth’s na­tions are;

O give them the Light.

Earth hath no sha­dow

Like Thy veil­èd face

No sun­shine like the know­ledge

That Thou art.

Shine forth

great Light!

In ev­ery dark­ened place;

Make glad each wea­ry heart.

Shine in Thine mes­sen­gers

Who bear Thy light

From home and dear ones

Though they dwell afar:

Since Thou art with them

May they know no night.

Be Thou their guid­ing star.

And when Heav­en’s morn­ing

Dawneth for us all

With earth­ly sun and shade

Forever past

From ev­ery land Thou

Wilt Thy child­ren call

To dwell in light at last.