As Now the Sun’s Declining Rays

As now the sun’s de­clin­ing rays

At ev­en­tide des­cend

So life’s brief day is sink­ing down

To its ap­point­ed end.

Lord

on the cross Thine arms were stretched

To draw Thy peo­ple nigh;

O grant us then that cross to love

And in those arms to die.

All glo­ry to the Fa­ther be

All glo­ry to the Son

All glo­ry

Ho­ly Ghost

to Thee

While end­less ag­es run.