Where Wilt Thou Go Since Night Draws Near
Author unknown, 1674, tr. by August Crull, 1912; German Text
|Where wilt Thou go since night draws near,|
O Jesus Christ, Thou Pilgrim dear?
Lord, make me happy, be my Guest,
And in my heart, oh, deign to rest.
2. Grant my request, O dearest Friend,
|3. The day is now far spent and gone,|
The shades of night come quickly on;
Abide with me, Thou heavenly Light,
And do not leave me in this night.
4. Enlighten me that from the way
|5. And when I on my death-bed lie,|
Help me that I in peace may die.
Abide! I will not let Thee go.
Thou wilt not leave me, Lord, I know.