Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from la­bor free,
Lord, I would com­mune with Thee.

Thou, whose all per­vad­ing eye
Naught es­capes, with­out, with­in,
Pardon each in­fir­mi­ty,
Open fault, and sec­ret sin.

Soon for me the light of day
Shall for­ev­er pass away;
Then, from sin and sor­row free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.

Thou who, sin­less, yet hast known
All of man’s in­fir­mi­ty;
Then, from Thine eter­nal throne,
Jesus, look with pi­ty­ing eye.