The Day Is Past And Gone Great God We Bo


The day is past and gone;
Great God, we bow to Thee;
Again, as shades of night steal on,
Unto Thy side we flee.

Oh, when shall that day come,
Ne’er sinking in the west,
That country and that happy home,
Where none shall break our rest.

Where we, preserved beneath
The shelter of Thy wing,
Forevermore Thy praise shall breathe,
And of Thy mercy sing.