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.