1
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.
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