tr., John Brownlie
8.8.6.8.8.6
I
Gone is the glowing orb of day,
The hues of sunset fade away,
And all the world is still;
The starlight sparkles to the sight,
As fall the curtains of the night
On every vale and hill.
II
O God, 'twas night when, all too soon,
The dark eclipsed the light at noon;
And men, convulsed with dread,
The Cross upon the hill descried
On which the God-man groaned and died,
With shame upon His head.
III
And night prevailed with dismal gloom
While, 'prisoned in the awful tomb,
The Christ in stillness lay:
But every night a morn precedes,
And darkness into brightness leads, --
And dawned the glorious day.
IV
O God, in mercy, grant that we
The Resurrection light may see
When death's still night is past;
And to the risen Christ arise,
While morning fills th' eternal skies
With glory that shall last.
V
Gone is the glowing orb of day,
The hues of sunset fade away,
And dark the night descends;
O God, Thy servants guard, we pray,
Till morn awakes another day,
And till life's journey ends.