NCH 615 1. Our day of praise is done; The ev’ning shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, True light that light’nest 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, O 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 angels’ 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 ln perfect praise shall blend. 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 91 A Loving Farewell
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