The Sun Is Sinking Fast LYNCHURCH—Josiah Booth The Sun Is Sinking Fast 1 The sun is sinking fast, The daylight dies; Let love awake, and pay Her evening sacrifice. 2 As Christ upon the Cross His Head inclined, And to His Father’s hands His parting Soul resign’d, 3 So now herself my soul Would wholly give Into His sacred charge, In Whom all spirits live; 4 So now beneath His eye Would calmly rest, Without a wish or thought Abiding in the breast, 5 Save that His Will be done, Whate’er betide,