Day Is Dying in the West
By Mary Artemesia Lathbury
STILL FEELIN' FINE
Day is dying in the west;
Heaven is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets the 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.
(Gordon Henderson, Paulette Nelson, Kevin Straine)