The radiant morn hath passed away,
And spent too soon her golden store;
The shadows of departing day
Creep on once more.
Our life is but an autumn sun,
Its glorious noon how quickly past;
Lead us, O Christ, our lifework done,
Safe home at last.
O! by Thy soul inspiring grace
Uplift our hearts to realms on high;
Help us to look to that bright place
Beyond the sky;
Where light, and life, and joy, and peace
In undivided empire reign,
And thronging angels never cease
Their deathless strain;
Where saints are clothed in spotless white,
And evening shadows never fall,
Where Thou, eternal Light of Light,
Art Lord of all.
Godfrey Thring
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