1 Another day is gone,
Great God, we bow to thee;
Again, as shades of night steal on,
Unto thy side we flee.

2 O, when shall that day come,
Ne'er sinking in the west,
That country and that happy home,
Where none shall break our rest;

3 Where all things shall be peace,
And pleasure without end,
And golden harps, that never cease,
With joyous hymns shall blend?