The duteous day now closeth


The duteous day now closeth,
each flower and tree reposeth,
shade creeps o'er wild and wood:
let us, as night is falling,
on God our Maker calling,
give thanks to him, the Giver good.

Now all the heavenly splendor
breaks forth in starlight tender
from myriad worlds unknown;
and man, this marvel seeing,
forget his selfish being
for joy of beauty not his own.

His care he drowneth yonder,
lost in the abyss of wonder;
to heaven his soul doth steal:
this life he disesteemeth,
the day it is that dreameth,
that doth from truth his vision seal.

Awhile his mortal blindness
may miss God's lovingkindness
and grope in faithless strife;
but when life's day is over,
shall death's fair night discover
the fields of everlasting life.


Words: Paul Gerhardt, 1648;
trans. Robert Seymour Bridges, 1899

Music: O Welt, ich muß dich lassen

Meter: 776 778

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