January 14, 2011


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

Now the darkness gathers, 
Stars begin to peep, 
Birds, and beasts and flowers 
Soon will be asleep. 

Jesus, give the weary 
Calm and sweet repose; 
With Thy tenderest blessing 
May mine eyelids close. 

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

Comfort those who suffer, 
Watching late in pain; 
Those who plan some evil 
From their sin restrain. 

Through the long night watches 
May Thine angels spread 
Their white wings above me, 
Watching round my bed. 

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

Glory to the Father, 
Glory to the Son, 
And to Thee, blest Spirit, 
While all ages run.

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