Advent Hymnals

058. OUR DAY OF PRAISE IS DONE

Church Hymnal 1941,

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.
'Tis Thine each soul to calm, 
Each wayward thought reclaim, 
And make our life a daily psalm 
Of glory to Thy Name. 

5.
A little while, and then 
Shall come the glorious end; 
And songs of angels and of men 
In perfect praise shall blend.