07 Aug

The sun is sinking fast,

The daylight dies;

Let love awake, and pay

Her evening sacrifice.


As Christ upon the Cross,

In death reclined,

Into his Father’s hands

His parting soul reclined,


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!

– Sol praeceps rapitur

Tr. E. Caswall


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