Poisoned are stolen sweets.

O mothers, guard the feet of inexperience,

Too prone to wander in the paths of sin!

O, shut the door of love against temptation!

Are all the children in?

Are all the children in? The night is falling,

The night of death is hastening on apace;

The Lord is calling, “Enter thou thy chamber,

And tarry there a space.”

And when He comes, the King in all His glory,