Christopher Wordsworth, 1863
The day is gently sinking to a close,|
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows.
O Brightness of thy Father's glory, thou
Eternal Light of Light, be with us now.
Where thou art present darkness cannot be;
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with thee.
2. Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
3. Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear|
Upon the waves, and thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succours fail.
When all is dark may we behold thee nigh,
And hear thy voice: "Fear not, for it is I."
4. The weary world is mouldering to decay,
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