Day Is Dying in the West

Day is dying in the west;
heav'n is touching earth with rest;
wait and worship while the night
sets her evening lamps alight
through all the sky.

While the deep'ning shadows fall,
Light of light, on whom we call
through the glory and the grace
of the stars that veil thy face,
our hearts ascend.

And when fading from our sight
pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of glory, on our eyes
let eternal morning rise
and shadows end.