The sun is sinking
O’er the mountains far,
To shine in lands that lie
Beyond our sight;
Thine own, Oh, Father!
All earth’s nations are;
O give them the Light.

Earth hath no shadow
Like Thy veilèd face,
No sunshine like the knowledge
That Thou art.
Shine forth, great Light!
In every darkened place;
Make glad each weary heart.

Shine in Thine messengers
Who bear Thy light,
From home and dear ones
Though they dwell afar:
Since Thou art with them,
May they know no night.
Be Thou their guiding star.

And when Heaven’s morning
Dawneth for us all,
With earthly sun and shade
Forever past,
From every land Thou
Wilt Thy children call,
To dwell in light at last.