The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended;
The
darkness falls at Thy behest;
To
Thee our morning hymns ascended;
Thy
praise shall hallow now our rest.
2
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.
3
As
o'er each continent and island
The
dawn leads on another day,
The
voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor
die the strains of praise away.
4
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.