244. 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.

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One Sacred Trinity!

One Lord Divine!

May I be ever His,

And He forever mine.