Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True light that lightest all.
Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed angels of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
SM (22.214.171.124) – John Ellerton, 1871
Tune: ST. THOMAS – Aaron Williams, 1763
#136 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012