Come, comfort of the world, you still night

Come, comfort of the world, you still night!

How softly you climb from the hills!

The breezes are all sleeping,

only one sailor still, weary with travel,

sings across the sea an evening song

to praise God from the harbor.

The years go by like clouds

and leave me standing here alone;

the world has forgotten me.

Then amazingly, you came to me

when I was here by the rustling wood,

sitting lost in thought.

O comfort of the world, you still night!

The day has made me so weary;

the wide sea is darkening already.

Let me rest from joy and suffering

until the eternal dawn

illuminates the still wood throughout.