168 (Index of Tunes, LXXXIV.)
168.
Tune.--"O darkest woe, ye tears, forth flow!"
Der Tag ist hin
Freylinghausen, 1704
The day is done, And, left alone, My heart is fill'd with yearning For the morn when grief and care Shall have no returning. | The night is here, Oh! be Thou near, Christ, make it light within me; Chase the darkness from my heart That to ill might win me. | The sun's sweet light Is sunk in night; Oh Brightness uncreated, Shine with joy on us who here Long for Thee have waited. | Each living thing Is slumbering, While darkness round is closing; Work Thou silently in me While I lie reposing. | Ah when shall day Have perfect sway, By night no more attended? When that fairest morn shall break That shall ne'er be ended. | For Salem then Shall ne'er again Behold her brightness vanish, Since the Lamb shall be her light, And all night shall banish. | Oh were I there! Where all the air With lovely sounds is ringing, Where the saints Thee, Holy Lord, Evermore are singing! | Lord Jesus, Thou My rest art now; Grant me to stand before Thee, Radiant with Thy light to shine, And for aye adore Thee! | |