The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away |
Godfrey Thring, 1864
The radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store; The shadows of departing day Creep on once more.
2. Our life is but an autumn sun, | 3. O by thy soul-inspiring grace, Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky,
4. Where light, and life, and joy, and peace |
5. Where saints are clothed in spotless white. And evening shadows never fall, Where thou, eternal Light of Light, Art Lord of all. |