Go Down, Great Sun

Go down

great sun

into thy gold­en west

The day is done

the hours of la­bor past;

The night’s dark sha­dows deep­en all around;

The day is ov­er; rest has come at last.

And so our life to ev­en-tide draws nigh

Our days of change their course have al­most run;

And soon the storms of win­ter will be past

And then comes sum­mer

and the un­set­ting sun.

And in that ho­li­er world of joy and peace

Our sun shall rise up­on a land so blest

That none in this poor world have words to tell

How great the joy of that pure heav­en­ly rest.