Carl Maria von Weber (1786-1826)
George W. Doane, 1824
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.