1.

The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at thy behest;
To thee our morning hyms ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.

3.

[Omitted on this occasion:]

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.

2.

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.

4.

The sun that bids us rest is waking
Our brethren 'neath the western sky,
And our by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.

5.

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.