Day is Dying in the West. I remember listening to my dad sing this hymn while I was growing up. He often sang in our church choir and had a good voice.
This hymn was written by Mary A. Lathbury. An American teacher of art and French, she was part of the Chautauqua Movement. She was known as the poet laureate of Chautauqua. She believed that God wanted her to dedicate her abilities of verse to him. She wrote a fair number of hymns.
Day is dying in the west;
Heav’n is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets the 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.
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.