The ro­se­ate hues of ear­ly dawn, the bright­ness of the day,
The crim­son of the sun­set sky, how fast they fade away!
O for the pear­ly gates of Heav’n! O for the gold­en floor!
O for the sun of right­eous­ness that set­teth ne­ver­more!

The high­est hopes we cher­ish here, how fast they tire and faint!
How many a spot de­files the robe that wraps an earth­ly saint!
O for a heart that ne­ver sins! O for a soul washed white!
O for a voice to praise our king, nor wea­ry day or night!

Here faith is ours, and heav­en­ly hopes, and grace to lead us high­er;
But there are per­fect­ness and peace be­yond our best de­sire.
O by Thy love and ang­uish, Lord, O by Thy life laid down,
Grant that we fall not from Thy grace, nor cast away our crown!