Day is dying in the west
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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. |
| Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts! Heav’n and earth are full of Thee! Heav’n and earth are praising Thee, O Lord, most high! |
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Lord of life, beneath the dome Of the universe, Thy home, Gather us, who seek Thy face, To the fold of Thy embrace, For Thou art nigh. |
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While the deepening shadows fall, Heart of love, enfolding all, Through the glory and the grace Of the stars that veil Thy face, Our hearts ascend. |
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Jacksonville, Florida, United States
We closed the Sabbath each week with this song when I was growing up. Trying to get back into the habit. God Is Great
United States
I remember singing this hymn growing up. Now my children Join me in worship as we sing it together.
Mechanicsburg, PA, United States
A sister mentioned this today in a text. Hubby and I both remember singing it as kids. Him at home, me at 4-H camp in the North Georgia mountains. After our "Square Dance" hour, we'd like back up the mountain trail to the amphitheater with the fire ring in center. We'd sit on our half-life seats, listen to some kids tell about their day and what they learned. Then we'd all hold hands, sing Day is Dying in the West, followed by a quiet prayer by a leader. Then we'd head to the bathhouse for showers and brushing teeth. Then somehow we kids would sleep on old Army cots in a log cabin till 6 am when awakened by the farm bell to start another day. Good memories of 74 years ago.
Djokopunda, Democratic Republic Of Congo
Lovely words to sing while watching a Kasai valley sunset.
Gallup, NM, United States
Love the hymns that are so meaningful and full of love to the Devine God and Saviour Jesus the Christ.
Panama City, Florida, United States
Watching sunset.... this dear old hymn came to me. Thank you. I had forgotten some of the words.
Aiken, SC, United States
So comforting as we end the Sabbath day. Blessings to all.
Port Harcourt, Rivers, Nigeria
This hymn was my lullaby, years gone by. It sang me to sleep every night.
I have come to love it more and more, as the years go by.
It reaches to the depth of my soul
What a hymn
London, England, United Kingdom
holy holy
Yaba, Lagos, Nigeria
One of my favourite while growing up.