Methodist-Hymns-690
1: OUR day of praise is done,
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest 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
In perfect praise shall blend.
