| Night’s shadows falling men to rest are calling;Rest we, possessing heav’nly peace and blessing:
 This we implore Thee, falling down before Thee,
 Great King of Glory!
 O Savior, hear us! Son of God, be near us!Thine angels send us; let Thy love attend us:
 He nothing feareth, whom Thy presence cheereth,
 Light his path cleareth.
 Be near, relieving all who now are grieving;Thy visitation be our consolation:
 O hear the sighing of the faint and dying;
 Lord, hear our crying!
 Thou ever livest; endless life Thou givest;Thou watch art keeping o’er Thy faithful sleeping;
 In Thy clear shining they are now reclining,
 All care resigning.
 O Lord of Glory, praise we and adore Thee—Thee for us given, our true Rest from Heaven!
 Rest, peace, and blessing, we are now possessing,
 Thy Name confessing.
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