When day’s sha­dows length­en,
Jesus, be Thou near;
Pardon, com­fort, strength­en,
Chase away my fear;
Love and hope be deep­ened,
Faith more strong and clear.

When the night grows dark­est,
And the stars are pale,
When the foe­men ga­ther
In death’s mis­ty vale,
Be Thou sword and buck­ler,
Be Thou shield and mail.

So no fears shall chill me,
On that un­known shore,
For in death He con­quered,
And can die no more;
His hand guards and guides me,
To the heav’n­ly door.

Blessèd war­fare ov­er,
Endless rest alone;
Tears no more, nor sor­row,
Neither sigh nor moan,
But a song of tri­umph
Round about the throne.