Yet once more, the busy day
With its work hath passed away,
Yet once more I seek my bed,
As alive among the dead.

Ere I lay me down to rest,
By Thy blessing ever blest,
Give me grace with all my might
Thee to serve by day and night:

Thee upon my knees to praise
As a child - Thy child - always,
Father! unto Thee to pray
By my bedside night and day.

Let my prayer go up to heaven
Hour by hour to live forgiven,
And let all my yearnings be
For my treasure found in Thee!

For Thy love my soul to fill,
For deliverance from all ill,
For myself, my friends, my foes
In all our wants and sins and woes.

As confided to Thy care
All my needs I pour in prayer,
Asking Thee to give all good
And - that best gift, gratitude.

Have I lived the past day through
Kind, and just, and pure, and true?
Still in word and deed and thought
Walking as a Christian ought?

Pardon, pardon for all sin!
Grace to heal all sores within!
Praise and thanks for all beside,
My God, my Father, and my Guide.

Let Thine angel, sent from Thee,
Now be ministering to me,
In Thy love to close mine eyes,
And sleep in faith, in hope to rise!