The day is past and over:
All thanks, O Lord to thee;
I pray thee that offenseless
The hours of dark may be.
O Jesus, keep me in thy sight,
And save me through the coming night.
The toils of day are over:
I raise the hymns to thee,
And ask that free from peril
The hours of night may be.
O Jesus, keep me in thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.
Lord, that in death I sleep not,
And lest my foe should say,
"I have prevailed against him,"
Lighten mine eyes, I pray:
O Jesus, keep me in thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.
Be thou my soul's Preserver,
O God, for thou dost know
How many are the perils
Through which I have to go
Lover of men, O hear my call,
And guard and save me from them all.