DAY IS DYING IN THE WEST
1
Day is dying in the west;
Heav'n is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight
Thro' all the sky.
2
Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.
3
While the deep'ning shadows fall,
Heart of love, enfolding all,
Thro' the glory and the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face,
Our hearts ascend.
4
When forever from our sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of angels, on our eyes
Let eternal morning rise,
And shadows end.
REFRAIN
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts!
Heav'n and earth are full of Thee;
Heav'n and earth are praising Thee,
O Lord Most High!
Mary A. Lathbury
When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
~Psalm 8:3-4
That reminds me -- Did you know there is a choral version of Taps?
It's really pretty when sung.
Here's a little fancier version than ours.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLsgYGAImo0&list=RDiLsgYGAImo0&start_radio=1
And another
And another
I like to fall asleep mentally singing this song to myself.
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