The sun is sinking fast;
  The daylight dies;
Let love awake and pay
  Her evening sacrifice.

As Christ upon the Cross
  In death reclin'd,
Into His Father's hands
  His parting soul resign'd;

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!
Myself for ever His!
  And He for ever mine!