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 tenderest blessing, May our eyelids close.
Comfort every sufferer, Watching late in pain; Those who plan some evil , From their sins 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.