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.
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