The Day Is Past and Gone

The day is past and gone

The ev­en­ing shades ap­pear;

O may we all re­mem­ber well

The night of death draws near.

We lay our gar­ments by

Upon our beds to rest;

So death shall soon dis­robe us all

Of what is here pos­sessed.

Lord

keep us safe this night

Secure from all our fears;

May an­gels guard us while we sleep

Till morn­ing light ap­pears.