The Day Is Past and Gone

The day is past and gone,The evening shades appear;O may I ever keep in mindThe night of death draws near.

Lord, keep me safe this night,Secure from all my fears;May angels guard me while I sleep,Till morning light appears.

And when I early riseAnd view th’ unwearied sun,May I set out to win the prizeAnd after glory run,

That, when my days are pastAnd I from time remove,Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest,The bosom of Thy love.