1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death is near.

2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possess.

3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when we early rise,
To view th' unweari'd sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

5 That when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.