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Now the day is over, |
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Night is drawing nigh; |
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Shadows of the evening |
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Steal across the sky. |
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Now the darkness gathers, |
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Stars begin to peep, |
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Birds and beasts and flowers |
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Soon will be asleep. |
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Jesus, give the weary |
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Calm and sweet repose; |
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With Thy tend'rest blessing |
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May mine eyelids close. |
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Grant to little children |
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Visions bright of Thee; |
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Guard the sailors tossing |
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On the deep-blue sea. |
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Comfort every sufferer |
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Watching late in pain; |
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Those who plan some evil |
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From their sin restrain. |
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Through the long night-watches |
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May Thine angels spread |
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Their white wings above me, |
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Watching round my bed. |
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When the morning wakens, |
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Then may I arise |
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Pure and fresh and sinless |
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In Thy holy eyes. |
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Glory to the Father, |
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Glory to the Son, |
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And to Thee, blest Spirit, |
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While all ages run. |
