| The sun is sinking fast, The daylight dies: Let love awake, and pay Her evening sacrifice. | | As Christ upon the cross His head inclined, And to his Father's hands His parting soul resigned; | | So now herself my soul Would wholly give Into his sacred charge, In whom all spirits live; | | So now beneath his eye Would calmly rest, Without a wish or thought Abiding in the breast; | | Save that his will be done, Whate'er betide; Dead to herself, and dead In him to all beside. | | Thus would I live; yet now Not I, but he, In all his power and love, Henceforth alive in me. | | One sacred Trinity, One Lord divine, May I be ever his, And he for ever mine. | |