Now That the Day Hath Reached Its Close

Now that the day hath reached its close

The sun doth shine no more;

In sleep the toil-worn find repose

And all who wept be­fore.

But Thou

my God

dost nev­er sleep

For Thou Thy­self art Light;

No dark­ness

how­so­ev­er deep

Can dim Thy per­fect sight.

Therefore

O Lord

re­mem­ber me

Thro’-out the gloom of night.

Protect Thou me most gra­cious­ly

And shield me with Thy might.

Keep Sa­tan’s fu­ry far from me

By ma­ny an an­gel arm;

Then shall I be from wor­ry free

And safe from ev­ery harm.

I know the ev­il I have done

Doth cry aloud to Thee;

But yet in mer­cy Thy dear Son

Hath full atoned for me.

In Him ac­cept­ed I shall be

When sup­pli­ant at Thy feet.

He is my sure­ty and my plea

Before Thy judg­ment seat.

And so I close my wea­ry eyes

Sweet peace with­in my breast.

Why toss about in fears or sighs?

God watch­es while I rest.

Should this night prove the last for me

In this sad vale of cares

Then lead me

Lord

to dwell with Thee

And all Thy chosen heirs.

And thus I live and die to Thee

Strong Lord of hosts indeed.

In life

in death

deliver me

From every fear and need.