1197
S. M.
The day is past and gone.
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we now possess.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from every fear,
Beneath the pinions of thy love,
Till morning light appear.
4 And when we early rise,
To view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.
5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest—
The bosom of thy love.
Watts.