When the golden light of heaven
sinks slowly in the west,
When the cares of the day are ended,
And the world is again at rest;
To the rim of a hill let me wonder,
And there let me stand alone.
In the amber glow of sunset,
And forget the sorrow that I've known.
Great hymns of praise and thanksgiving,
To Thee O God, would I sing,
For the glory of sunrise and sunset,
For the beauty of the flowers in spring,
For the mountains, the hills
and the valleys,
And the rivers that flow to the sea;
The tall stately trees of the forests,
For these are the reflection of Thee.
