14. The radiant morn hath passed away
8.8.8.4
St. Gabriel:
F. A. Gore Ouseley, 1868
Godfrey Thring, 1864
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The radiant morn hath passed away,
And spent too soon her golden store;
The shadows of departing day
Creep on once more.
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Our life is but an autumn sun,
Its glorious noon, how quickly past;
Lead us, O Christ, our lifework done,
Safe home at last.
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O by thy soul-inspiring grace,
Uplift our hearts to realms on high;
Help us to look to that bright place
Beyond the sky,
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Where light, and life, and joy, and peace
In undivided empire reign,
And thronging angels never cease
Their deathless strain;
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Where saints are clothed in spotless white.
And evening shadows never fall,
Where thou, eternal Light of Light,
Art Lord of all.
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