The sun has long since set, O Lord, and hidden is the light. We long for you to come once more and make these shadows bright. Come kindle flame in all the hearts that weep and watch and pray, as numberless as heaven's stars that wait to see your day. And give us eyes to see their glow across all heaven's arch, to find that we are not alone though they are aching far, and see the space between the stars, the emptiness and cold, may be the stretching of your arms to gather in your fold. Reach out more far, from east to west, and farther, farther still, each lonely star to touch and bless. These empty spaces fill, 'til we find darkness full of lights— the sun's unnumbered parts— and find your glory fills the night in countless burning hearts.