1 The radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store; The shadows of departing day Creep on once more. 2 Our life is but an autumn sun, Its glorious noon how quickly past; Lead us, O Christ, thou living way, Safe home at last. 3 O by thy soul-inspiring grace Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky. 4 Where light, and life, and joy, and peace In undivided empire reign, And thronging angels never cease Their deathless strain; 5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white, And evening shadows never fall, Where thou, eternal Light of light, Art Lord of all.