1
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
2
We lay our garments by,
While we retire 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,
And view th’ unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.
5
And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy kingdom rest,
Where all is peace and love.