When the Great Sun Sinks to His Rest

When the great sun sinks to his rest

His gold­en glo­ries thrill­ing me

And voice­less long­ings stir my breast

Then teach me

Lord

to wor­ship Thee.

And when the stars—the day­light fled—

In ser­ried

shin­ing ranks I see

Filling the splen­did vault o’er­head

Then teach me

Lord

to wor­ship Thee.

If roam­ing by the ocean’s shore

The mur­mur­ing waves sing low to me

Or thun­der­ing bil­lows hoars­ely roar

Then teach me

Lord

to wor­ship Thee.

Or if in so­lemn fo­rest shades

The calm of na­ture steals o’er me

And si­lence all my soul per­vades

Then teach me

Lord

to wor­ship Thee.

Not in the sac­red shrines alone

Which chime their sum­mons un­to me

Would I look up­ward to Thy throne

But ev­ery­where would wor­ship Thee.