The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended

The darkness falss at Thy behest;

To thee our morning hymns acended,

Thy praise shall sanctify our rest

We thak Thee that Thy church unsleeping

While arth rolls onward into light,

Through all the world here 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 pray’r is never silent,

Nor dies the strain of praise away

The sun that bids us rest is waking

Our brethre’neath the western sky,

And hour by hour fresh lips are maing

Thy wanderous doings heard on high

So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall ever,

Like earth’s proud empires, pass Away,

Thy kingdom stands, and grows for Ever

Till all Thy creatures own Thy away