Hear Thy Children, Gentle Jesus

Hear Thy child­ren

gen­tle Je­sus

While we breathe our ev­en­ing pray­er;

Save us from all harm and dan­ger

Take us ’neath Thy shel­ter­ing care.

Save us from the wiles of Sa­tan

’Mid the lone and sleep­ful night

Sweetly may our guard­ian an­gels

Keep us ’neath their watch­ful sight.

Gentle Je­sus

look in pi­ty

From Thy glo­ri­ous throne above:

All the night Thy care is wake­ful

In Thy sac­ra­ment of love.

Shades of ev­en fast are fall­ing

Day is fad­ing into gloom;

When the shades of death fall round us

Lead Thy ex­iled child­ren home.