TWILIGHT
“Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.”—Luke xxiv. 29.
108109J. A. Freylinghausen, † 1739.
tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899
The day is gone—my soul looks on To that eternal Day, When all our sorrow, all our sin, Have fled and passed away. | The golden sun is sunk and gone, Thou Light of Heaven above, Thou Glory of eternal day, My sunshine is Thy love. | Each living thing lies slumbering From care and labour free; May I, O Lord, be still and watch Thy hidden work in me. | But when shall cease the changefulness Of morning and of night? Then when the Glory of the Lord Is our eternal Light. | No cloud shall come, no evening gloom On Salem shall descend; The Lord her everlasting Day, Her mourning at an end. | All praise to Thee! Oh there to be Amidst that music-flood! The many waters echoing round The golden shores of God. | O Jesus mine, Thou Rest divine, Lead me to Zion’s height, Where I, with all Thy ransomed ones, Shall walk with Thee in white. | |