| 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 an autumn sun, Its glorious noon, how quickly past; Lead us, O Christ, our lifework done, Safe home at last. | | O 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 life, 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. | |