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<h2>THE RADIANT MORN HATH PASSED AWAY</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The shadows of the evening are stretched out.” Jeremiah 6:4</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_g_o_gounod_cf.jpg" alt="Charles François Gounod (1818-1893)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="127.333333333333" height="147.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_h_thring_g.html" target="_blank">Godfrey Thring</a>, 1864:</p>
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<p>The hymn…was composed as an ‘afternoon’ hymn, as in most of the country parishes in that part of Somersetshire in which I lived, the second service was nearly always held in the afternoon, and not in the evening, whilst all the hymns in the hymn books in common use were for the late evening or night. I wrote “The radiant morn hath pass’d away” to supply this want. Several of my hymns were written in consequence
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of some want of this kind, felt either by myself or others; but most of them, I think, though I have never made any calculations, arose almost spontaneously from thoughts that happened to be running in my mind at the time.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> Charles François Gounod (1818-1893) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_radiantm.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“St. Gabriel,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_u_ouseley_fag.html" target="_blank">Frederick Arthur Gore Ouseley</a> (1825-1889) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stgabril.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>The radiant morn hath passed away,<br>
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And spent too soon her golden store;<br>
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The shadows of departing day<br>
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Creep on once more.</p>
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<p>Our life is but an autumn sun,<br>
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Its glorious noon how quickly past!<br>
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Lead us, O Christ, our life work done,<br>
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Safe home at last.</p>
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<p>O by Thy soul inspiring grace<br>
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Uplift our hearts to realms on high;<br>
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Help us to look to that bright place<br>
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Beyond the sky.</p>
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<p>Where light, and life, and joy, and peace<br>
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In undivided empire reign,<br>
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And thronging angels never cease<br>
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Their deathless strain.</p>
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<p>Where saints are clothed in spotless white,<br>
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And evening shadows never fall;<br>
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Where Thou, eternal Light of light,<br>
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Art Lord of all.</p>
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