1 As now the sun's declining rays
at eventide descend,
so life's brief day is sinking down
to its appointed end.
2 Lord, on the cross thine arms were stretched
to draw thy people nigh:
O grant us then that cross to love,
and in those arms to die.
3 All glory to the Father be,
all glory to the Son,
all glory, Holy Ghost, to thee,
while endless ages run.
|First Line:||As now the sun's declining rays|
|Latin Title:||Labente jam solis rota|
|Translator:||John Chandler (1806-1876)|
|Author:||Charles Coffin (1676-1749)|
|Topic:||Church Year: Good Friday; Death and Bereavement; Evening(1 more...)|
|Composer:||Alexander Robert Reinagle (1799-1877)|