Verse 1

OUR day of praise is done, The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all!

Verse 2

Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Verse 3

Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire; But O the strains, how full and clear, Of that eternal choir!

Verse 4

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will, If Thou attune the heart, We in Thine angels’ music still May bear our lower part.

Verse 5

’Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our life a daily psalm Of glory to Thy Name.

Verse 6

A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end, And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend.

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