When Shades of Night Around Us Close

When shades of night around us close

And wea­ry limbs in sleep re­pose

The faith­ful soul awake may be

And long­ing sigh

O Lord

to Thee.

Thou true De­sire of na­tions

hear

Thou Word of God

Thou Sav­ior dear;

In pi­ty heed our hum­ble cries

And bid at length the fall­en rise.

O come

Re­deem­er

come and free

Thine own from guilt and mi­se­ry;

The gates of Heav’n again un­fold

Which Ad­am’s sin had closed of old.

All praise

eter­nal Son

to Thee

Whose ad­vent sets Thy peo­ple free

Whom with the Fa­ther we ad­ore

And Ho­ly Ghost for­ev­er­more.