The roseate hues of early dawn
Lyricist: Cecil Frances Alexander
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Texts and Translations
1 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!
2 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!
3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hopes, And grace to lead us higher:
But there are perfectness and peace Beyond our great desire.
O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, O by Thy life laid down,
O that we fall not from Thy grace, Nor cast away our crown!