THE day is past and over:

All thanks, O Lord, to Thee;

I pray Thee now that sinless
The hours of dark may be.

O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.

The joys of day are over:

I lift my heart to Thee,
And pray Thee that offenceless
The hours of dark may be.

O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.

The toils of day are over:

I raise the hymn to Thee,

'Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.'

mf 7 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still if Thou abide with me.