When comes the golden sunset
That trails God�s way on high,
And with its radiant splendor
Illumes the evening sky,
How are the hills and valleys
Aglow with crimson rays,
While nature�s deep toned organ
Lifts heavenward its praise:

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�Holy, holy!� Angel voices sing it;
�Holy, holy!� Cloudy pinions wing it;
�Holy, holy!� Gleaming towers ring it;
�Holy, holy, is the Lord most high.�

So God reveals at sunset
The grandeur of His throne,
The deeper, fuller glory
Reserved to be our own;
And in that hour�s unfolding
Forgot are fear and pain
In love�s abounding solace,
In heaven�s great refrain:

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Then come, blest hour of sunset,
Along the golden way,
And thrill us with the splendors
That fill life�s perfect day.
God is the end of living,
He satisfies the soul,
And they who seek His glory
Will find in Him their goal.

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