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...