1 Softly now the light of day Fades upon out sight away: Free from care, from labor free, Lord, we would commune with Thee. 2 Thou, whose allpervading eye Nought escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon from us the light of day Shall forever pass away; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take us, Lord, to dwell with Thee.