When comes the golden sunset That trails God???s way on high, And with its radiant splendor Illumes the evening sky, How are the hills and valleys Aglow with crimson rays, While nature???s deep toned organ Lifts heavenward its praise: Refrain ???Holy, holy!??? Angel voices sing it; ???Holy, holy!??? Cloudy pinions wing it; ???Holy, holy!??? Gleaming towers ring it; ???Holy, holy, is the Lord most high.??? So God reveals at sunset The grandeur of His throne, The deeper, fuller glory Reserved to be our own; And in that hour???s unfolding Forgot are fear and pain In love???s abounding solace, In heaven???s great refrain: Refrain Then come, blest hour of sunset, Along the golden way, And thrill us with the splendors That fill life???s perfect day. God is the end of living, He satisfies the soul, And they who seek His glory Will find in Him their goal. Refrain