1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear,
Oh, may I ever keep in mind
The night of death draws near.

2 Lord, keep me safe this night,
Secure from all my fears;
May angels guard me while I sleep,
Till morning light appears.

3 And when I joyful rise,
To view th'unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

4 That when my days are past,
And I from time remove,
Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.

Amen.