The Day Is Ended

The day is end­ed. Ere I sink to sleep

My wea­ry spir­it seeks re­pose in Thine;

Father

for­give my tres­pass­es

and keep

This lit­tle life of mine.

With lov­ing kin­dness cur­tain Thou my bed

And cool in rest my burn­ing pil­grim feet

Thy par­don be the pil­low for my head;

So shall my rest be sweet.

At peace with all the world

dear Lord

and Thee

No fears my soul’s un­wa­ver­ing faith can shake;

All’s well

which­ev­er side the grave for me

The morn­ing light may break.