The day is past and gone,
The ev'ning shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds we rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we've here possessed.

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

And if we early rise
And view th'unwearied sun;
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.