Z 193 Evening Hymn [Italian translation]

Now, now that the sun hath veil'd his light

And bid the world goodnight;

To the soft bed my body I dispose,

But where shall my soul repose?

Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms,

And can there be any so sweet security!

Then to thy rest, O my soul!

And singing, praise the mercy

That prolongs thy days.

Hallelujah!