Now evening comes to close the day,
and soon the silent hours
shall banish all our fears away,
and sleep renew our powers.
Into your hands, eternal Friend,
we give ourselves again,
and to your watchful care commend
all those in grief or pain.
In waking, lift our thoughts above,
in sleeping guard us still,
that we may rise to know your love
and prove your perfect will.
To Father, Son and Spirit - praise,
all mortal praise be given,
till sleep at last shall end our days
and we shall wake in heaven!