When the Great Sun Sinks to His Rest

 

VERSE 1

When the great sun sinks to his rest,

His golden glories thrilling me,

And voiceless longings stir my breast,

Then teach me, Lord, to worship Thee.

 

VERSE 2

And when the stars—the daylight fled—

In serried, shining ranks I see,

Filling the splendid vault o’erhead,

Then teach me, Lord, to worship Thee.

 

VERSE 3

Or if in solemn forest shades

The calm of nature steals o’er me,

And silence all my soul pervades,

Then teach me, Lord, to worship Thee.

 

VERSE 4

Not in the sacred shrines alone,

Which chime their summons unto me,

Would I look upward to Thy throne,

But everywhere would worship Thee.

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