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

We lay our gar­ments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death shall soon dis­robe us all
Of what is here pos­sessed.

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