1 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 mine eyelids close.

2 Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

3 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,
Whilst all ages run.

Amen.