1 The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows;
O Brightness of thy Father's glory, thou,
Eternal Light of light, be with us now;
Where thou art present, darkness cannot be:
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with thee.
2 Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succors fail:
When all is dark, may we behold thee nigh,
And hear thy voice, "Fear not, for it is I."
3 The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall,
May we arise, awakened by thy call,
With thee, O Lord, for ever to abide
In that blest day which has no eventide.