Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh;
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With thy tend'rest blessing
May our eyelids close.
Grant to little children
Visions bright of thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Comfort every suff'rer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sins restrain.
When the morning wakens
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In thy holy eyes.
A-MEN.