Through the day thy love has spared us;

Hear us ere the hour of rest:

Through the silent watches guard us,

Let no foe our peace molest;

Jesus, thou our guardian be;

Sweet it is to trust in thee.

Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes;

Us and ours preserve from dangers;

In thine arms may we repose;

And, when life's short day is past,

Rest with thee in heaven at last.

Amen.