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 for ever mine.