The Roseate Hues of Early Dawn
The Roseate Hues of Early Dawn | |
Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander, 1853
| The roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day, The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away! O for the pearly gates of heav'n! O for the golden floor! O for the Sun of Righteousness That setteth nevermore! | 2. The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint! How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint! O for a heart that never sins! O for a soul washed white! O for a voice to praise our King, Nor weary day or night! |
| 3. Here faith is ours, and heavenly hopes, And grace to lead us higher; But there are perfectness and peace Beyond our best desire. O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, O by Thy life laid down, Grant that we fall not from Thy grace, Nor cast away our crown! |