Another day is past,

The hours for ever fled;

And time is bearing me away,

To mingle with the dead.

2 My mind in perfect peace

My Father’s care shall keep;

I yield to gentle slumber now,

For thou canst never sleep.

3 How blesséd, Lord, are they,

On thee securely stayed!

Nor shall they be in life alarmed,

Nor be in death dismayed.