Our day of praise is done

Verse 1

Our day of praise is done; the evening shadows fall; but pass not from us with the sun, true Light that lightenest all.

Verse 2

Around the throne on high, where night can never be, the white-robed harpers of the sky bring ceaseless hymns to thee.

Verse 3

Too faint our anthems here; too soon of praise we tire; but O the strains how full and clear of that eternal choir!

Verse 4

Yet, Lord, to thy dear will if thou attune the heart, we in thine angels’ music still may bear our lower part.

Verse 5

’Tis thine each soul to calm, each wayward thought reclaim, and make our life a daily psalm of glory to thy name.

Verse 6

A little while, and then shall come the glorious end; and songs of angels and of men in perfect praise shall blend.