Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers, stars begin to peep,
Birds and beasts and flowers soon will be asleep.
Grant to all the weary, calm and sweet repose,
With the kindest blessing, may our eyelids close.
Grant to those who suffer rest and balm in thee,
Guard the sailors tossing on the deep blue sea.
When the morning wakens, then may I arise,
Pure and fresh and hopeful, sunrise in my eyes.