The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near;


And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
Oh may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love,
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possess.

Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
My angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.


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