The day is past and gone
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The day is past and gone,The evening shades appear;O, may we all remember wellThe night of death draws near.
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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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And if we early rise,And view the unwearied sun,May we set out to win the prize,And after glory run.
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And when our days are past,And we from time remove,O, may we in thy bosom rest—The bosom of thy love.