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Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day

49. Our day of praise is done

S.M.

Garden City:

Horatio Parker, 1893

John Ellerton, 1871

Our day of praise is done;

The evening shadows fall;

But pass not from us with the sun,

True Light that lightenest all.

Around the throne on high,

Where night can never be,

The white-robed harpers of the sky

Bring ceaseless hymns to thee.

Too faint our anthems here;

Too soon of praise we tire:

But O, the strains, how full and clear,

Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to thy dear will

If thou attune the heart,

We in thine angels' music still

May bear our lower part.

'Tis thine each soul to calm,

Each wayward thought reclaim,

And make our life a daily psalm

Of glory to thy Name.

A little while, and then

Shall come the glorious end;

And songs of angels and of men

In perfect praise shall blend.

Amen.

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