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|
|Author:||Charles Coffin, 1676-1749|
|Translator:||John Chandler, 1806-1876|
|Source:||Petrie Collection of Irish Melody|
|Funeral Music for Manuals||O Holy Spirit, Lord of Grace||CREATIVE ORGANIST II, THE||HOW SWEET AND AWESOME IS THE PLACE (Hymns Ancient & Modern 53)|
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