The day you gave us, Lord, is ended.

The first hymn chosen be the Queen for her funeral.

‘The day you gave us, Lord, is ended,

the darkness falls at your request;

to you our morning hymns ascended,

your praise shall sanctify our rest.

We thank you that your Church, unsleeping

while earth rolls onward into light,

through all the world her watch is keeping

and never rests by day or night.

As over continent and island

each dawn leads to another day,

the voice of prayer is never silent,

nor do the praises die away.

So be it, Lord! Your throne shall never,

like earth’s proud empires, pass away;

your kingdom stands and grows forever

until there dawns your glorious day.’