58 ~ Our Day of Praise Is Done
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Our day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all.
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Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
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Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire; But O the strains, how full and clear, Of that eternal choir!
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’Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our life a daily psalm Of glory to Thy Name.
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A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend.