From the age of 9 to 16 I went to summer camp at camp Heritage located at the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri. In the begining as a camper and than as a camper and the other weeks as a staff member. The campfire bowl sat on a hillside that overlooked the lake. After doing summer camp activites all day and week long, that included waterfront activites which kept the lake very busy. At the end of each day was campfire at the campfire bowl. The view at dusk of the water of lake being sto still was not only gorgous but also a quieting and peacefull setting. As dusk deepend into nigh and the stars came out it was just a warm inspiration that I looked forward to each day. At the end of each fun filled week was the sabbath campfires on Friday and Saturday evenings and as dusk turned to night we would sing this song Day is dying in the west. The picturesque view became even more beautiful as we sang this song togeather. The day was at peace, the water was at peace, the evening was at peach, we were at peace, our hearts were at peace. There is not a song that has more meaning and fills my soul more than this song. Thank you for sharing your voice and this singing this song.

We closed the Sabbath each week with this song when I was growing up. Trying to get back into the habit. God Is Great

I remember singing this hymn growing up. Now my children Join me in worship as we sing it together.

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.

Lovely words to sing while watching a Kasai valley sunset.

Love the hymns that are so meaningful and full of love to the Devine God and Saviour Jesus the Christ.

Watching sunset.... this dear old hymn came to me. Thank you. I had forgotten some of the words.

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

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

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