Through the day Thy love has spared us;
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest;
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes;
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose.
And, when life’s sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in Heav’n at last.

While sinks our land to realms of night,
And twilight skies grow dim,
We raise again our joyful hearts
Our parting evening hymn.

We bless Thee for the warm, rich glow
Of this our hallowed day,
And for the love that year by year
Shines o’er our onward way.

And now, O Father, from on high
List to our evening prayer,
Shed o’er our hearts a blissful calm,
And keep us in Thy care.