Day Is Dying In The West
Day Is Dying in the West
Day is dying in the west;
Heaven is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight
Through all the sky.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts!
Heaven and earth are full of Thee!
Heaven and earth are praising Thee,
O Lord most high!
Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.
While the deepening shadows fall,
Heart of love enfolding all,
Through the glory and the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face,
Our hearts ascend.
When forever from our sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of angels, on our eyes
Let eternal morning rise
And shadows end.
“REMEMBER, MY CHILD, that you have a gift of weaving fancies into verse and a gift with the pencil of producing visions that come to your heart; consecrate these to Me as thoroughly as you do your inmost spirit.” That was what God seemed to be saying to Mary Lathbury, an artist by training, a teacher of art by profession.
She is regarded as one of the founders of the Chautauqua movement, which began as a Christian summer conference on Lake Chautauqua in western New York. The movement spread across the country, providing both Christian education and cultural development to thousands of believers.
At Chautauqua in 1877, Lathbury was asked to write an appropriate evening hymn for the conference. As she sat watching the sun disappear behind the trees, she was inspired to write the first two stanzas of this hymn. The third and fourth stanzas were written two years later.
You made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to set. You send the darkness, and it becomes night.
Psalm 104:19-20
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