Prayer at Eventide.

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!