EN 5955 Our Day of Praise Is Done
Rev.7.11
Versi Version 1
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.

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