NOW THE DAY IS OVER

NOW THE DAY IS OVER

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

THE CAMPING SEASON WAS OVER

IT WAS OUR CUSTOM

TO SING THIS HYMN

THE LAST NIGHT

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

THE LITTLE ONES WHO HAD FOUGHT SLEEP

WERE NOW IN THEIR SLEEPING BAGS

AFTER TELLING US

THAT PIECES OF FLAME

FROM OUR FIRE

WERE ANGELS GOING TO GOD

WHO WAS I TO DENY IT

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.

GIVE TO ALL THE DOWNTRODDEN

WHO DO NOT HAVE THE LEISURE

TO APPRECIATE THE BEAUTY OF YOU SKY

A PEACEFUL NIGHT

TO THEM AND TO ME

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep, blue sea.

GRANT TO THOSE ENTRUSTED TO US

THAT THEY MIGHT GROW UPRIGHT

LIKE THE CEDARS OF LEBANON

THAT SAILORS

AND ALL THOSE TOSSING ON A SEA

MIGHT FIND A SHELTER FOR THEMSELVES  AND ME

Comfort those who suffer,
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

GRANT PEACE TO ALL WHO SUFFER

AND THOSE WHO CARE FOR THEM

MAY GOOD CONQUER EVIL

CHANGING GOATS INTO SHEEP

Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

MAY I KNOW YOUR PRESENCE

NOW AND IN MY FINAL HOUR

WATCH OVER ME AND MINE

THROUGH THE NIGHT WATCH HOUR

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

GUARD ME AS I START ANEW

CHARGING WINDMILLS WILLY NILLY

MAY I ALWAYS BE YOUR KNIGHT

MAY MY PLUME BE ALWAYS WHITE

Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
While all ages run.

FRANK A VOLLMER