Monday, December 3, 2007

A Hymn for Evening


I may be learning to sing in a new key and all, but there's still a few hymns in the old key that I hold dear. Here is one I think of often:

The day thou gavest, 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 not now by day or night.

As o'er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies 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 for ever
Till all thy creatures own thy sway.


Seems that even though I learned to sing them in the old key, they are at least as rich in meaning as I learn to sing them in a new one. Sometimes even richer.

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