The Day, O Lord, Is Spent

The day

O Lord

is spent;

Abide with us

and rest;

Our hearts’ de­sires are ful­ly bent

On mak­ing Thee our guest.

We have not reached that land

That hap­py land

as yet

Where ho­ly an­gels round Thee stand

Whose sun can nev­er set.

Our sun is sink­ing now;

Our day is al­most o’er;

O Sun of Right­eous­ness

do Thou

Shine on us ev­er­more.

From men be­low the skies

And all the heav­en­ly host

To God the Fa­ther praise arise

The Son

and Ho­ly Ghost.