1 Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh;
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

2 Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.

3 Grant to little children
Visions bright of thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.

4 When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In thy holy eyes.