1 The day is past and gone;
Great God, we bow to Thee;
Again, as shades of night steal on,
Unto Thy side we flee.
2 Oh, when shall that day come,
Ne’er sinking in the west,
That country and that happy home,
Where none shall break our rest.
3 Where we, preserved beneath
The shelter of Thy wing,
Forevermore Thy praise shall breathe,
And of Thy mercy sing.
Source: Gloria Deo: a Collection of Hymns and Tunes for Public Worship in all Departments of the Church #41