384. The radiant morn hath passed away

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 a fading dawn,

Its glorious noon how quickly past;

Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone,

Safe home at last.

Oh, 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 love, 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. Amen.

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