Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Original Hymns. III. The day Thou gavest, Lord, is endedJohn Ellerton (18261893)
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The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.
The Dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
Our brethren ’neath the Western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away;
Thy kingdom stands, and grows for ever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.