The Duteous Day Now Closeth

Verse 1

The duteous day now closeth; each flow'r and tree reposeth, shade creeps o’er wild and wood; let us, as night is falling, on God our Maker calling, give thanks to Him, the Giver good.

Verse 2

Now all the heav'nly splendor breaks forth in starlight tender from myriad worlds unknown; and man, the marvel seeing, forgets his selfish being for joy of beauty not his own.

Verse 3

His care he drowneth yonder, lost in th'abyss of wonder; to heav'n his soul doth steal; this life he disesteemeth, the day it is that dreameth, that doth from truth his vision seal.

Verse 4

Awhile his mortal blindness may miss God’s loving-kindness, and grope in faithless strife; but when life’s day is over shall death’s fair night discover the fields of everlasting life.