1 The day, O Lord, is spent;
Abide with us, and rest;
Our hearts' desires are fully bent
On making thee our Guest.

2 We have not reached that land,
That happy land, as yet,
Where holy angels round thee stand,
Whose sun can never set.

3 Our sun is sinking now,
Our day is almost o'er;
O Sun of Righteousness, do thou
Shine on us evermore!