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The day is past and gone

The day is past and gone,

The evening shades appear,

O may I ever keep in mind,

The night of death is near.

I lay my garments by,

Upon my bed to rest;

So death will soon remove me hence,

And leave my soul undrest.

Lord keep me safe this night,

Secure from all my fears;

May angels guard me while I sleep,

Till morning light appears.

And when I early rise,

To view the unwearied sun,

May I set out to win the prize,

And after glory run.

That when my days are past,

And I from time remove,

Lord I may in thy bosom rest,

The bosom of thy love.