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Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh,

Shadows of the evening, Steal across the sky,

Now the darkness gathers, Stars their watches keep,

Birds and beasts and flowers, Soon will be asleep.

Jesus give the weary, Calm and sweet repose.

With Thy tenderest blessing, May their eyelids close.

Grant to little children, Visions bright of Thee'
Guard the sailors tossing, On the angry sea.

Comfort every sufferer, Watching late in pain;

Those who plan some evil, From their sin restrain.

Through the long night watches May Thine angels spread

Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens, Then may I arise,

Pure amd fresh and sinless In Thy holy eyes.

Glory to the Father, Glory to the Son,

And to Thee, blest Spirit, Whilst all ages run.

Sabine Baring Gould