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,

Upon our beds to rest;

So death will soon disrobe us all

Of what we now possess.

3 Lord, keep us safe this night,

Secure from every fear,

Beneath the pinions of thy love,

Till morning light appear.

4 And when we early rise,

To view the 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 bosom rest—

The bosom of thy love.