Softly Now The Light Of Day
Fades Upon My Sight Away;
Free From Care, From Labour 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 For Ever 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.