Now that the day­light dies away,
By all Thy grace and love,
Thee, Mak­er of the world, we pray
To watch our bed above.

Let dreams de­part and phan­toms fly,
The off­spring of the night,
Keep us, like shrines, be­neath Thine eye,
Pure in our foe’s de­spite.

This grace on Thy re­deemed con­fer,
Father, co-eq­ual Son,
And Ho­ly Ghost, the Com­fort­er,
Eternal Three in One.