1 The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended;
the darkness falls at Thy behest;
to Thee our morning hymns ascended;
Thy praise shall hallow now our rest.
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.
3 As o'er each continent and island
the dawn leads on another day,
the voice of prayer is never silent,
nor die the strains of praise away,
4 So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
like earth's proud empires, pass away
Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever,
till all Thy creature own Thy sway.
