12. The sun has reached his western goal

The sun has reached his western goal,
And night-winds hush the world to rest;
Be still, and worship God, my soul,
Who through the day thy life hath blest.

To God thy Maker thanks accord,
For life, and hope, and every good;
And all the comfort of His Word
Incarnate, for the spirit's food.

Ah, night is dark when clouds of guilt
The shrinking soul with fears distress;
Call on the Christ Whose blood was spilt,
And all thy guiltiness confess.

Then let me rest in calm repose,--
Secure in Him my rest is sweet;
The fears of night no dread impose,
If I have worshipped at His feet.

O Christ, Who art my Light, I pray,
Keep Thou my soul till morning shine;
Then, brighter than the orb of day,
Illume my path with light divine.

Text Information
First Line: The sun has reached his western goal
Title: The sun has reached his western goal
Translator: John Brownlie
Meter: 8,8,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1920
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