Softly now the light of day
Fades
upon out sight away:
Free
from care, from labor free,
Lord,
we would commune with Thee.
2
Thou,
whose all pervading eye
Nought
escapes, without, within,
Pardon
each infirmity,
Open
fault, and secret sin.
3
Soon
from us the light of day
Shall
forever pass away;
Then,
from sin and sorrow free,
Take
us, Lord, to dwell with Thee.