The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.
As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
The sun that bids us rest is waking
Our brethren ’neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away:
Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
I love this hymn - I went to a church many years ago that often sang it as the last hymn of the evening service, it provided a beautiful close to the day's worship.
Written by John Ellerton in 1870, it speaks of our day coming to a close, whilst elsewhere in the world, the day is just beginning. It speaks of prayers being unending, of people coming to worship anew just as our worship ceases for the day.
God's kingdom never ends, and all over the world, worship is always going on in all sorts of different ways, God's name being perpetually glorified.