Another day its course hath run,
And still, O God, Thy child is blest;
For Thou hast been by day my sun,
And Thou wilt be by night my rest.
Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;
And now, when all the world is still,
I give my body to repose,
My spirit to my Father's will.
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