When Comes the Golden Sunset

When comes the gold­en sun­set

That trails God’s way on high

And with its ra­di­ant splen­dor

Illumes the ev­en­ing sky

How are the hills and val­leys

Aglow with crim­son rays

While na­ture’s deep toned or­gan

Lifts heav­en­ward its praise:

Holy

ho­ly! An­gel voic­es sing it;

Holy

ho­ly! Cloudy pin­ions wing it;

Holy

ho­ly! Gleam­ing tow­ers ring it;

Holy

ho­ly

is the Lord most high.

So God re­veals at sun­set

The gran­deur of His throne

The deep­er

full­er glo­ry

Reserved to be our own;

And in that hour’s un­fold­ing

Forgot are fear and pain

In love’s ab­ound­ing sol­ace

In Heav­en’s great re­frain:

Then come

blest hour of sun­set

Along the gold­en way

And thrill us with the splen­dors

That fill life’s per­fect day.

God is the end of liv­ing

He sa­tis­fies the soul

And they who seek His glo­ry

Will find in Him their goal.