The Day Is Past And Gone,
The Evening Shades Appear;
O May We All Remember Well
The Night Of Death Draws Near.
We Lay Our Garments By,
Upon Our Beds To Rest;
So Death Shall Soon Disrobe Us All
Of What Is Here Possessed.
Lord, Keep Us Safe This Night,
Secure From All Our Fears;
May Angels Guard Us While We Sleep,
Till Morning Light Appears.
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