GARDEN CITY S. M. Horatio W. Parker, 1890 4 Oh4 bb4 Our day of praise is done,.. The eve - ning shadows fall;.... 25 But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that light'nest all. OUR The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, 2 Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky 3 Too faint our anthems here; 4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will, 5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, 6 A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; men. John Ellerton, 1868, 71 |