553 The radiant morn hath passed away,

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 day, 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.