Nightfall - Charlie Obert
Words by George W. Doane, 1824
1. Softly now, the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, we would commune with Thee.
2. When from me the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.