1. Day is dying in the west; Heaven is touching earth with rest;
2. Lord of life, beneath the dome Of the universe, thy home,
Wait and worship while the night Sets her evening lamps alight Through all the sky.
Gather us who seek thy face To the fold of thy embrace, For thou are nigh.
Holy, holy, holy Lord God of Hosts! Heaven and earth are
full of thee! Heaven and earth are praising thee, O Lord most high!