The Duteous Day Now Closeth

The du­te­ous day now clos­eth

Each flow­er and tree re­pos­eth

Shade creeps o’er wild and wood:

Let us

as night is fall­ing

On God our mak­er call­ing

Give thanks to Him

the Giv­er good.

Now all the heav’n­ly splen­dor

Breaks forth in star­light ten­der

From my­ri­ad worlds un­known;

And man

the mar­vel see­ing

Forgets his self­ish be­ing

For joy of beau­ty not his own.

His care he drown­eth yon­der

Lost in the ab­yss of won­der;

To Heav’n his soul doth steal:

This life he dis­es­teem­eth

The day it is that dream­eth

That doth from truth his vi­sion seal.

Awhile his mor­tal blind­ness

May miss God’s lov­ing­kind­ness

And grope in faith­less strife:

But when life’s day is ov­er

Shall death’s fair night dis­co­ver

The fields of ev­er­last­ing life.