Father, the watch­es of the night are o’er;
To light and life the soul has ris’n once more;
Blessèd be Thou, who, through the help­less hours,
Hast kept in deep­est peace her slum­ber­ing pow­ers.

Father, the watch­es of the day are here;
More than from those of night have we to fear;
By rude cares trou­bled, by temp­ta­tions pressed,
Through the day watch­es, Fa­ther, give us rest!