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 for ever mine.
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