Day Is Dying in the West
Words by Mary A. Lathbury, 1841–1913·Tune: CHAUTAUQUA
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
Za dodom anyi tsyɔtsɔyɔm Gbɔɖeme tso dzi gbɔna Lala nasubɔ le za 'si Ɣletivi'o ƒe kekle dodom Na xexea me.
English
Day is dying in the west; Heaven is touching earth with rest; Wait and worship while the night Sets the evening lamps alight Through all the sky.
Xɔɖedzi / Chorus
Eʋegbe
Kɔkɔe, kɔkɔe, kɔkɔe Ma'u ŋusẽtɔ Eyɔ dzi kple anyigba Dzi kpl' anyi le kafu wò Dziƒo ʋi tɔ.
English
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts! Heaven and earth are full of Thee; Heaven and earth are praising Thee, O Lord most high!
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Agbe nala le ɣea te. Xexeame nye nɔwòƒe Ƒoƒu 'mesi'o dia ŋku'o me Yi wò alẽ ha la me Labe 'gogo.
English
Lord of life, beneath the dome Of the universe, Thy home, Gather us who seek Thy face To the fold of Thy embrace, For Thou art nigh.
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Esime zã le dodom Ɣlami ɖe wò lɔlɔ̃ te Ɣletivi'o ƒe keklẽ kple 'Menuveve ɣla wò ɖe mi Mia dzi'o yi dzi.
English
While the deepening shadows fall, Heart of love enfolding all, Thro’ the glory and the grace Of the stars that veil Thy face, Our hearts ascend.
Verse 4
Eʋegbe
Ne ɣletivi'o, ŋkeke kple Za nutso le mia ŋku me Dɔlawo ƒe Aƒetɔ Na be miakpɔ ŋdi sia Ne zã nayi.
English
When forever from our sight Pass the stars, the day, the night, Lord of angels, on our eyes Let eternal morning rise And shadows end.
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