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
Thro` all the sky

[CHORUS]
Holy, holy, holy, Lord of Hosts!
Heaven and earth are full of Thee!
Heaven and earth are passing
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 deep`ning shadows fall,
Heart of love, enfold us all;
Thro` 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 angles our eyes
Let eternal morning rise,
And shadows end.