1 Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.
2 Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
3 Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;
But oh, the strains how full and clear
Of that eternal choir!
4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angel's music still
May bear our lower part.
5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to Thy name.
6 A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
The Hymnal: revised and enlarged as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Great Songs of the Church #16||Our day of praise is done||Our day of praise is done||ST. THOMAS||1986|
|The Cyber Hymnal #5450||Our Day of Praise Is Done||Our day of praise is done||SCHUMANN||John Ellerton||SM|