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<h2>THE DAY IS GENTLY SINKING TO A CLOSE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Stay with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.” Luke 24:29</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_o_wordsworth_c.jpg" alt="Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885)" width="126" height="190"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_o_wordsworth_c.html" target="_blank">Christopher Wordsworth</a>, 1863.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Nachtlied,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smart_ht.html" target="_blank">Henry Thomas Smart</a>, 1872 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_n_nachtlie.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>The day is gently sinking to a close,<br>
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Fainter and fainter yet more faint the sunlight glows:<br>
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O Brightness of Thy Father’s glory,<br>
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Thou eternal Light of light, be with us now:<br>
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Where Thou art present darkness cannot be;<br>
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Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.</p>
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<p>Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;<br>
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Onward to darkness and to death we tend;<br>
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O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide;<br>
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Be Thou our Light in death’s dark eventide;<br>
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Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,<br>
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No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.</p>
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<p>Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear<br>
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Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,<br>
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Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,<br>
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And earthly hopes and human succors fail;<br>
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When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh,<br>
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And hear Thy voice, “Fear not, for it is I.”</p>
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<p>The weary world is moldering to decay,<br>
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Its glories wane, its pageants fade away:<br>
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In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall,<br>
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May we arise, awakened by Thy call,<br>
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With Thee, O Lord, forever to abide,<br>
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In that blest day which has no eventide.</p>
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