Verse 1
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth's proud empires, pass away: But stand, and rule, and grow for ever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.