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1 The day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
Yet pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.
2 Around Thy throne on high
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless songs to Thee.
3 Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;
But oh! the strains how full and clear
Of that eternal choir.
4 Yet, Lord, to thy dear will
If thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still
may bear our lower part.
5 'T is Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our daily life a psalm
Of glory to Thy Name.
6 shine thou within us, the,
A day that knows no end,
Till songs of angels and of men
In prefect praise shall blend.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871
First Line: | The day of praise is done |
Author: | Anne Steele |
Author: | John Ellerton |
Meter: | 6.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Notes: | Instances differ as to whether the text is by Anne Steele or John Ellerton. |
Copyright: | Public Domain |