The lights on yonder snowy range
Shine yet intense and tender,
Or, slowly passing, only change
From splendour on to splendour.

The lights on yonder snowy range
Shine yet intense and tender,
Or, slowly passing, only change
From splendour on to splendour.

Before the dying hour of day
Immortal visions wander,
Immortal visions wander;
Dreams of a purer ray,
And morns spread still beyond her,
And morns spread still beyond,
And morns spread still beyond her.

Lo! Heav'nward now those gleams aspire
In heavenly melancholy;
The barrier mountains peak and spire,
Relinquishing them slowly.
Thus shine, O God, our mortal pow'rs,
While grief and joy refine them,
And when in death they fade, be ours
Thus gently to resign them,
Thus gently to resign them, resign them, resign them.