John Brownlie (trans.) · 15 of 99

15: See where the orb of day

See where the orb of day In glory sinks to rest, The clouds of gold and purple crown The mountains of the west; And eve in silence brings The night on dusky wings.

It is the hour of peace, And hearts to heaven ascend: Come with your burdens and your care, To an unchanging Friend; And let the passing day Bear all your fears away.

It is the hour of prayer; Let every fault be known; Unveil the secrets of the soul, And every sin disown; The blood for sinners spilt, Shall bear away your guilt.

It is the hour of praise; Let joy the stillness break; And every grateful thought of God To living song awake; And saints in heaven shall bear To God your fervent prayer.

The night in silence falls: O God, to Thee be praise! And to the Spirit and the Son, Throughout the endless days; Eternal Three in One, While endless ages run.