1 The love­ly sun has now ful­filled
His course of light and splen­dor;
While all the earth to rest has stilled,
My soul, thy du­ty render.
Step forth to Heav­en’s door,
And sing thy car­ol o’er;
Thine eyes, and heart, and mind up­raise
To Jesus, with thine ev­en­ing praise.

2 Despise not Thou the low­ly chant
That now, O Lord, I sing Thee;
For peace my heart doth ev­er want,
Till I her trib­ute bring Thee.
Tho’ what I bring is least,
Oh, take it! as my best;
And all I heart­ily in­tend
Discern, O Christ, my soul’s true friend.

3 With Thee I take me to my couch,
My soul to Thee com­mend­ing.
Thou wilt, my shep­herd, slum­ber vouch,
All wise­ly still be­friend­ing.
I no­thing fear on earth,
Not pain, nor Hell, nor death;
For who in Jesus’ arms hath lain,
At morn with joy will rise again.