Day is done, gone the sun, . . . . Campfire memories

 

 
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 rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.

~ https://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/taps.html

 

 

 

 

 

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Text & image source: Tom Woolley https://www.facebook.com/tom.woolley