And now another day is gone,

I’ll sing my Maker’s praise!

My comforts every hour make known

His providence and grace.

But how my childhood runs to waste

My sins how great their sum!

Lord, give me pardon for the past,

And strength for days to come.

I lay my body down to sleep,

Let angels guard my head;

And, through the hours of darkness, keep

Their watch around my head.

With cheerful heart I close mine eyes,

Since thou wilt not remove;

And in the morning let me rise

Rejoicing in thy love.