#304Repose

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 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.