Day is done,
Gone the sun
From the hills,
From the sky.
All is well,
Safely rest,
God is nigh.
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star
Gems the sky
Gleaming bright.
From afar
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise
For our days
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky.
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh
Blessed are the memories remaining.
Blessed are the memories remaining.
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