1 The day you gave us, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at your request,
To you our morning hymns ascended,
your praise shall sanctify our rest.
2 We thank you that your church, unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And never rests by day or night.
3 As over continent and island
each dawn leads to another day,
the voice of prayer is never silent,
nor do the praises die away.
4 So be it, Lord; your throne shall never,
Like earth's proud kingdoms, pass away:
Your kingdom stands and grows forever,
until there dawns our glorious day.