The day Thou gav­est, Lord, is end­ed,
The dark­ness falls at Thy be­hest;
To Thee our morn­ing hymns as­cend­ed,
Thy praise shall sanc­ti­fy our rest.

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.

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.

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.

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.