On the wings of light declining, sinks the westering sun to sleep; Lord, thine eyes in dark or shining vigil keep. Let thy light, which faileth never, round me shine, though day depart, and, though night prevaileth, ever flood my heart.
On the wings of light declining, sinks the westering sun to sleep; Lord, thine eyes in dark or shining vigil keep. Let thy light, which faileth never, round me shine, though day depart, and, though night prevaileth, ever flood my heart.