Now That the Daylight Dies Away

Now that the day­light dies away

By all Thy grace and love

Thee

Mak­er of the world

we pray

To watch our bed ab­ove.

Let dreams de­part and phan­toms fly

The off­spring of the night

Keep us

like shrines

be­neath Thine eye

Pure in our foe’s de­spite.

This grace on Thy re­deemed con­fer

Father

co-eq­ual Son

And Ho­ly Ghost

the Com­fort­er

Eternal Three in One.