The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep,

My weary spirit seeks repose in thine;

Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep

This little life of mine.

2 With loving kindness curtain thou my bed,

And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet;

Thy pardon be the pillow for my head—

So shall my sleep be sweet.

3 At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and thee,

No fears my soul’s unwavering faith can shake;

All’s well, whichever side the grave for me

The morning light may break!