The fad­ing day adorns the west
And calls our wait­ing world to rest;
Thou Lord of light and all we know,
Thy calm and peace on us be­stow.

O Lord, as si­lent sha­dows fall,
Thy lov­ing-kind­ness shield us all;
And for Thy child­ren near and far
Set out o’er each a gold­en star.

Of Thy pro­tect­ing hand aware,
May all in sleep in­vite Thy care;
And, strength re­newed and dark­ness gone,
Behold with joy the light of dawn.