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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