Songs We Like to Sing
G. W. Doane Carl M. von Weber
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.
Thou, whose all pervading eye,
Naught escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault and secret sin.
Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.
© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman