Now the day is over
Night is drawing night
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet response
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

When the morning wakens
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and sinless
In Thy Holy eyes