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.
  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!
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.
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.
Joyce Thurman

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.

Grandma Anne

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.

Grace Gooch

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.

Gary Wilson McGuire

Aiken, SC, United States

So comforting as we end the Sabbath day. Blessings to all.

Newton Ikire

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.