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Day is done, gone the sun
From the sea, 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

Sun has set, shadows come
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made

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