While Sinks Our Land to Realms of Night

While sinks our land to realms of night,
And twilight skies grow dim,
We raise again our joyful hearts
Our parting evening hymn.

We bless Thee for the warm, rich glow
Of this our hallowed day,
And for the love that year by year
Shines o’er our onward way.

And now, O Father, from on high
List to our evening prayer,
Shed o’er our hearts a blissful calm,
And keep us in Thy care.

Author: Unknown

No clear attribution found in common hymnals or public domain sources. The style and language suggest a 19th-century American or British author, but it does not match well-known writers such as John Ellerton, Samuel Longfellow, or Harriet Beecher Stowe. It may be from a lesser-known collection of evening hymns.