1 The duteous day now closeth,
each flow'r and tree reposeth,
shade creeps o’er wild and wood;
let us, as night is falling,
on God our Maker calling,
give thanks to Him, the Giver good.
2 Now all the heav'nly splendor
breaks forth in starlight tender
from myriad worlds unknown;
and man, the marvel seeing,
forgets his selfish being,
for joy of beauty not his own.
3 His care he drowneth yonder,
lost in th'abyss of wonder;
to heav'n his soul doth steal;
this life he disesteemeth,
the day it is that dreameth,
that doth from truth his vision seal.
4 Awhile his mortal blindness
may miss God’s loving-kindness
and grope in faithless strife;
but when life’s day is over
shall death’s fair night discover
the fields of everlasting life.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #342
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|Title:||The Duteous Day Now Closeth|