The sun sinks o'er the western sea,

Swift fades the light of day;

Thus ends another stage for me

Of life's soon travelled way.

Whether athwart the eastern skies,

With morning glories strown,

A new-born day for me shall rise,

God knows, and God alone.

Enough for me to know that life

Moves to its certain goal,

And that the hour of mortal strife

My Father's hands control.

Enough to feel (and so in peace

To rest, dear Lord, I go);

Thy care for me can never cease,

Thy love ne'er weary grow.

Father of love, to Thee we bow;

Do Thou in mercy keep

Our land, our home in peace, as now

We lay us down to sleep.