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 tend'rest blessing
May our eyelids close.
Grant to little children
Visions bright of thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Comfort ev'ry sufferer
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.
Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.