955. 7s. M. Anonymous. Evening Hymn. Ps.141:2.

1 Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I will commune with thee.

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes, without, within:
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.