Taps
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, 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.

While the light, fades from sight
And the stars gleaming light softly send
To thy hands, we our souls,
Lord commend
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