The day is end­ed. Ere I sink to sleep
My wea­ry spir­it seeks re­pose in Thine;
Father, for­give my tres­pass­es, and keep
This lit­tle life of mine.

With lov­ing kin­dness cur­tain Thou my bed,
And cool in rest my burn­ing pil­grim feet,
Thy par­don be the pil­low for my head;
So shall my rest be sweet.

At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee,
No fears my soul’s un­wa­ver­ing faith can shake;
All’s well, which­ev­er side the grave for me
The morn­ing light may break.