Our day of praise is done

1 Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that light'nest 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.

Source: The Church Hymnal: containing hymns approved and set forth by the general conventions of 1892 and 1916; together with hymns for the use of guilds and brotherhoods, and for special occasions (Rev. ed) #23

• MIDI file from The Book of Common Praise: being the hymn book of The Church of England in Canada (revised 1938) #54a
  
• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #5450
  
• MIDI file from Hymns of Consecration and Faith #550