1
Now the day is over,
night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
steal across the sky.
2
Father, give the weary,
calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
3
Through the long night watches,
may thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
watching round my bed.
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| Category | WORSHIP |
| Subcategory | Evening Worship |
| Author | Sabine Baring-Gould |