The Sun Is Sinking Fast

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 for­ev­er mine.