Fast sinks the sun to rest, Fast fall the shades of night; Fain would the weary heart Keep love's frail flame alight, End the day that fading dies With an offering of sacrifice. E'en as the Crucified, Calm in the hour of death, Into his Father's hands Yielded his latest breath, So my spirit would repose Safe in God's mighty keeping close. Meekly beneath his hand Lieth my helplessness, Thinking and caring naught Save what he purposes, And in utter calm abides, Dead to self and all besides. Be it not I who live But God who lives in me, Reigning and triumphing In love's sweet majesty; May he mine forever be, God who One is in Trinity.