Scripture Verse

The shadows of the evening are stretched out. Jeremiah 6:4


Autumnal Woods
Thomas Moran

Words: God­frey Thring, 1864.

Music: Ra­diant Morn Charles F. Gou­nod, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pho­to of Thring (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Charles F. Gounod

Origin of the Hymn

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 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.

Godfrey Thring


The ra­di­ant morn hath passed away,
And spent too soon her gold­en store;
The sha­dows of de­part­ing day
Creep on once more.

Our life is but an au­tumn sun,
Its glo­ri­ous noon how quick­ly past!
Lead us, O Christ, our life work done,
Safe home at last.

O by Thy soul in­spir­ing grace
Uplift our hearts to realms on high;
Help us to look to that bright place
Beyond the sky.

Where light, and life, and joy, and peace
In un­di­vid­ed em­pire reign,
And throng­ing an­gels ne­ver cease
Their death­less strain.

Where saints are clothed in spot­less white,
And ev­en­ing sha­dows ne­ver fall;
Where Thou, eter­nal Light of light,
Art Lord of all.