The sun is sink­ing
O’er the mount­ains far,
To shine in lands that lie
Beyond our sight;
Thine own, Oh, Fa­ther!
All earth’s na­tions are;
O give them the Light.

Earth hath no sha­dow
Like Thy veil­èd face,
No sun­shine like the know­ledge
That Thou art.
Shine forth, great Light!
In ev­ery dark­ened place;
Make glad each wea­ry heart.

Shine in Thine mes­sen­gers
Who bear Thy light,
From home and dear ones
Though they dwell afar:
Since Thou art with them,
May they know no night.
Be Thou their guid­ing star.

And when Hea­ven’s morn­ing
Dawneth for us all,
With earth­ly sun and shade
Forever past,
From ev­ery land Thou
Wilt Thy child­ren call,
To dwell in light at last.