On the wings of light
On the wings of light declining,
sinks the westering sun to sleep;
Lord, thine eyes in dark or shining
vigil keep.
Let thy light, which faileth never,
round me shine, though day depart,
and, though night prevaileth, ever
flood my heart.
Words: Páll Jónsson, 1889;
trans. C. Venn Pilcher, 1913
Music: Light declining
Meter: 87 83
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 1999-2003.
