The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away

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 life work 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.