M. A. Lathbury


DAY is dying in the west,

Heaven is touching earth with rest,

Wait and worship while the night

Sets her evening lamps alight

Through all the sky.

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts!

Heaven and earth are full of Thee;

Heaven and earth are praising Thee,

O Lord, most high.


Lord of life, beneath the dome

Of the universe, Thy home,

Gather us, who seek Thy face,

To the fold of Thy embrace,

For Thou art nigh.


While deepening shadows fall,

Heart of love, enfolding all,

Through the glory and the grace

Of the stars that veil Thy face,

Our hearts ascend.


When forever from our sight

Pass the stars, the day, the night,

Lord of angels, on our eyes

Let eternal morning rise,

And shadows end.


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