From the recording For Those Who Know it Best: Inclusive Hymns for the Church
A favorite old campfire hymn
Lyrics
Day is Dying <br />
Words: Ma­ry A. Lath­bu­ry, 1877 (vers­es 1-2) & 1879 (vers­es 3-4). She wrote this hymn, and Break Thou the Bread of Life, on the shores of Lake Chau­tau­qua, New York. <br />
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Music: Chau­tau­qua, Wil­liam F. Sher­win <br />
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Day is dying in the west, heaven is touching earth with rest, <br />
Wait and worship while the night sets her evening lamps alight <br />
Through all the skies, <br />
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Holy, holy, holy, <br />
Oh God of hosts, <br />
Heaven and earth are full of Thee, <br />
Heaven and earth are praising Thee, <br />
Oh God most high. <br />
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While the deepening shadows fall, Heart of love enfolding all, <br />
Through the glory and the grace of the stars that veil Thy face, <br />
Our hearts ascend. <br />
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Holy, holy, holy, <br />
Oh God of hosts, <br />
Heaven and earth are full of Thee, <br />
Heaven and earth are praising Thee, <br />
Oh God most high. <br />
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When forever from our sight pass the stars, the day the night, <br />
God of angels on our eyes let eternal morning rise, <br />
And shadows end. <br />
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Holy, holy, holy, <br />
Oh God of hosts, <br />
Heaven and earth are full of Thee, <br />
Heaven and earth are praising Thee, <br />
Oh God most high. <br />
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