As now the sun’s declining rays
at eventide descend,
e’en so our years are sinking down
to their appointed end.
Lord, on the Cross Thine arms were stretched
to draw the nations nigh;
O grant us then that Cross to love,
and in those arms to die.
To God the Father, God the Son,
and God the Holy Ghost,
all glory be from saints on earth,
and from the angel host.
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