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.
My 105 year old mother a Presbyterian missionary's daughter sang this with the missions group at evening devotions overlooking the ocean at Sori beach, Korea as a young woman at summer retreats.
Came upon this by chance. Brought back happy memories of singing it years ago. Shame it's out of fashion.
I love this whole song lyrics and melody. Excellent as Our Creator's Holy Sabbath for us sets in.
Tunapuna, Trinidad And Tobago
I learnt this hymn around the age of 8. I am now a senior and still love to sing it as I sit on my front porch watching the sun go down.
Sunset........... So very beautiful.
Detroit, MI, United States
Mary Lathbury is regarded as one of the founders of the Chautauqua movement, which began as a Christian summer conference on Lake Chautauqua in western NY. The movement spread across the country, providing both Christian education and cultural development to thousands of believers.
At Chautauqua in 1877, Lathbury was asked to write an appropriate evening hymn for the conference. As she sat watching the sun disappear behind the trees, she was inspired to write the 1st 2 stanzas of this hymn. The 3rd and 4th [see 8/12/12 posting by Bro Lawrence] were written 2 years later. - Great Songs of Faith by Brown & Norton
Garland, Texas, United States
I love this song. It was played at my 8th grade graduation on May 21, 1950.
Manjuyod, Negros Oriental, Philippines
I really love this Godly song. It is very precious and wonderful.
My father is almost 90 years old and sings this at sunset. It was from his days at camp in Michigan. It will be a wonderful memory for me.
Mercer Island, WA, Jamaica
My heart was burden and I recall this song as a child when the family would sit at the dining table and sing this song to closed the Sabbath Rest. Oh how much memory it brought to me RIP MS George.
Azle, Texas, United States
4. When forever from our sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of angels, on our eyes
Let eternal morning rise, And shadows end!
Addition of 4 from old hymnal.