Darkness falls up­on our path­way,
Nature’s eyes are closed in sleep;
Phantom ships in noise­less mo­tion
Rock upon the qui­et deep.

Refrain

Gracious Fa­ther, guard our slum­bers,
May our wak­ing thoughts be pure;
Pure be­cause these frail clay ves­sels
Rested in Thine arms se­cure.

Light in dark­ness, joy in sor­row,
Peace in trou­ble, love in fear;
These the fruits of Thy sweet Spir­it,
Naught alarms when Thou art near.

Refrain

Thus our days are filled with glad­ness,
Thus our nights de­void of gloom,
Though per­chance a touch of sad­ness
Comes, en­rich­ing love’s per­fume.

Refrain