Now the Day Is Over

By Sabine Baring-Gould

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep;
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
Grant to little children,
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Comfort every suff’rer
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.
When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

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