29. The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended
9.8.9.8
St. Clement:
Clemnt C. Scholefield, 1874
John Ellerton, 1870
The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at thy behest; To thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. | We thank thee that thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. | As o'er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. | The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren 'neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. | So be it, Lord; thy throne shall never, Like earth's proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows for ever, Till all thy creatures own thy sway. | |