Scripture Verse

Thy will be done. Matthew 6:10


Edward Caswall (1814–1878)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Un­known au­thor, pos­si­bly 18th Cen­tu­ry (So prae­ceps ra­pi­tur, pro­xi­ma nox ad­est). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Ed­ward Cas­wall, Masque of Ma­ry, 1858.

Music: Twi­light, John H. Hop­kins, Jr. (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

John H. Hopkins, Jr. (1820–1891)


The sun is sink­ing fast,
The day­light dies;
Let love awake, and pay
Her ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice.

As Christ up­on the cross
His head in­clined,
And to His Fa­ther’s hands
His part­ing soul re­signed;

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,
May I be ev­er His,
And He for­ev­er mine.