The Sun Is Sinking Oer The Mountains Far

The sun is sinking o’er the mountains far,
To shine in lands that lie beyond our sight;
Thine own, Oh, Father! All earth’s nations are;
O give them the Light.

Earth hath no shadow like Thy veiled face,
No sunshine like the knowledge that Thou art.
Shine forth, great Light! In every darkened place;
Make glad each weary heart.

Shine in Thine messengers who bear Thy light,
From home and dear ones though they dwell afar:
Since Thou art with them, may they know no night.
Be Thou their guiding star.

And when Heaven’s morning dawneth for us all,
With earthly sun and shade forever past,
From every land Thou wilt Thy children call,
To dwell in light at last.