1 When day’s shadows lengthen, Jesus, be Thou near;
Pardon, comfort, strengthen, chase away my fear;
Love and hope be deepened, faith more strong and clear.

2 When the night grows darkest, and the stars are pale,
When the foemen gather in death’s misty vale,
Be Thou sword and buckler, be Thou shield and mail.

3 So no fears shall chill me, on that unknown shore,
For in death He conquered, and can die no more;
His hand guards and guides me, to the heav’nly door.

4 Blessed warfare over, endless rest alone;
Tears no more, nor sorrow, neither sigh nor moan,
But a song of triumph round about the throne.