'Taps'

| Sunday, May 26, 2013, 9:00 p.m.

Day is done, gone the sun

From the lakes, 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 near

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.

­— Original lyrics by Horace Lorenzo Trim;

original music by Daniel Butterfield

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