1 The duteous day now closeth,
Each flower 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.
2 Now all the heavenly splendour
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.
3 Awhile his mortal blindness
May miss God's lovingkindness,
And grope in doubt and fears;
But if he turn, repenting,
The Father's face relenting
Will smile in love upon his tears.