1 Where wilt Thou go, since night draws near?
Say whither now, Thou Pilgrim dear?
Come, Jesus mine! be Thou my guest,
And in my heart find welcome rest.

2 Let me entreat Thee, dearest Friend,
For truly I the best intend:
Thou knowest that Thou ever art
A welcome guest unto my heart.

3 The day is now far spent and gone,
It is tow'rd evening, night comes on;
O bide with me throughout this night
And be my cheer, Thou Light of light.

4 Shine in my soul and light the way
That leads to everlasting day,
That I may never be misled,
Though sin's dread night be round me spread.

5 And when I on my death-bed lie,
Help me and let me gently die.
O stay, I will not let Thee go!
Thou wilt not leave me, Lord, I know.

Amen.