The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended (Arr. Rutter)

The day thou gravest, Lord, is ended
The darkness falls at thy behest
To thee our morning hymns ascended
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest

We thank thee that thy church unsleeping
While earth rolls onward into light
Through all the world her watch is keeping
And rests now not by day or night

As over each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day
The voice of prayer is never silent
Nor does the strain of praise away

The sun that bids us rest is waking
Our brethren 'neath the western sky
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high

So be it Lord, thy throne shall never
Like earth's proud empires pass away
Thy kingdom stands and grows forever
'Til all thy creatures own thy sway