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