Hymn 496

1THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear ;
Oh ! may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near.

2Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears ;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

3And if we early rise,
And view th' unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

4And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
Oh ! may we in thy bosom rest—
The bosom of thy love.