The day is o’er,

My soul longs sore

For that eternal Morrow,

Which at length shall set us free

From all earthly sorrow.

Now it is night;

Christ, let Thy Light

Sin’s darkness henceforth banish;

As God’s candle in my breast,

Cause all gloom to vanish.

The sun is set;

Do Thou but let

Thy beams, Sun uncreated,

Shed their radiance o’er my soul,

I am compensated.

All are at rest

Whom work oppressed;

Let me, in silent wonder,

Thy work, Lord, within my breast,

Here in silence ponder.

Divided sway

Of night and day,

When shall we see thy Sequel,

That Great Day whose glorious dawn

Has on earth no equal?

No light of day,

Or sunlit ray

Jerusalem’s City needeth;

Since the Lamb, Who is her Light,

Far the sun exceedeth.

Alleluia!

O could I there

Take part, however lowly,

In those choirs which ever sing,

Holy! Holy! Holy!

O Saviour blest,

My Help and Rest!

May I soon follow thither,

Where Thy Hand holds out a Crown

That shall never wither!