Horatio W. Parker - Day of praise - текст песни (слова)

Our day of praise is done;
 the evening shadows fall;
 but pass not from us with the sun,
 true Light that lightenest all.
 
 Around the throne on high,
 where night can never be,
 the white robed harpers of the sky
 bring ceaseless hymns to thee.
 
 Too faint our anthems here;
 too soon of praise we tire;
 but O the strains, how full and clear,
 of that eternal choir!
 
 Yet, Lord, to thy dear will
 if thou attune the heart,
 we in thine angels' music still
 may bear our lower part.
 
 'Tis thine each soul to calm,
 each wayward thought reclaim,
 and make our life a daily psalm
 of glory to thy Name.
 
 A little while, and then
 shall come the glorious end;
 and songs of angels and of men
 in perfect praise shall blend.
 Amen.