Now that the day hath reached its close

1 Now that the day hath reached its close,
The sun doth shine no more,
In sleep the toil-worn find repose
And all who wept before.

2 But Thou, my God, dost never sleep,
For Thou Thyself art Light;
No darkness, howsoever deep,
Can dim Thy perfect sight.

3 Therefore, O Lord, remember me
Thro'-out the gloom of night.
Protect Thou me most graciously
And shield me with Thy might.

4 Keep Satan's fury far from me
By many an angel arm;
Then shall I be from worry free
And safe from every harm.

5 I know the evil I have done
Doth cry aloud to Thee;
But yet in mercy Thy dear Son
Hath full atoned for me.

6 In Him accepted I shall be
When suppliant at Thy feet.
He is my Surety and my Plea
Before Thy judgment seat.

7 And so I close my weary eyes,
Sweet peace within my breast.
Why toss about in fears or sighs?
God watches while I rest.

8 Should this night prove the last for me
In this sad vale of cares,
Then lead me, Lord, to dwell with Thee
And all Thy chosen heirs.

9 And thus I live and die to Thee,
Strong Lord of hosts indeed.
In life, in death, deliver me
From every fear and need.

Amen.

Source: The Lutheran Hymnal #561