The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well, the night of death is near.
We lay our garments by, upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all of what we here possess.
Lord, keep us safe this night, secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep, till morning light appears.
Miss Gilchrist compares this tune with ‘Sprig of Thyme’. See JFSS, viii., 70. Lowell Mason calls it an “Old American Tune” in using it in his Harp of the South, p. 123.
No. 56
[MISSIONARY’S FAREWELL], OL 333
Hexatonic, mode 3 A (I II III — V VI VII)
