1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh, may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.

2 We lay our garments by
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
of what we now possess.

3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep
'Til morning light appears.

4 And when we early rise
And view unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.