Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Evening Hymn

Evening Hymn.

The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear;Oh, may we all remember well, The night of death draws near.

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

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

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