1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.