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Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.
2 Thou whose all pervading eye
Naught 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.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man’s infirmity;
Then from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.
G.W. Doane, 1824.