Father, the Watches of the Night Are O’er

Father

the watch­es of the night are o’er;

To light and life the soul has ris’n once more;

Blessèd be Thou

who

through the help­less hours

Hast kept in deep­est peace her slum­ber­ing pow­ers.

Father

the watch­es of the day are here;

More than from those of night have we to fear;

By rude cares trou­bled

by temp­ta­tions pressed

Through the day watch­es

Fa­ther

give us rest!