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*'''CPDL #3633:''' [http://www.rodeby.noteperfect.net/ {{net}}] PDF and MIDI files available.
*'''CPDL #3633:''' [{{website|Mather}}/cd/index.shtml?169.txt {{net}}] PDF and MP3 files.
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Rod Mather|Rod Mather]] ''(added 2002-05-25)''.   {{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Rod Mather|Rod Mather]] ''(added 2002-05-25)''.   {{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Edition notes:''' May be found under "Arrangements", under the title "St. Clement" on the external site. Standard SATB arrangement with last verse arrangement also optional trumpet part for verse 3. There are a few small differences in this edition from the text below.
:'''Edition notes:''' Standard SATB arrangement with last verse arrangement also optional trumpet part for verse 3 and 5.  


==General Information==
==General Information==

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Editor: Rod Mather (added 2002-05-25).   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Standard SATB arrangement with last verse arrangement also optional trumpet part for verse 3 and 5.

General Information

Title: The day thou gavest Lord is ended
Tune name: St. Clement
Composer: Clement Cotterill Scholefield
Lyricist: John Ellerton (1826-1893)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred, Hymns

Language: English
Instruments: organ/piano or a cappella
Published:

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Original text and translations

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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.