Peace Be On This House

1 The day is done;
The setting sun
Has gone to rest
On night's sweet breast;
But ere he sank to slumbers mild,
His smile was like a rosy child.

2 If, like the sun,
Our duty done,
We go to rest,
Serenely blest,
We shall, like him, go smiling bright,
And wake with joy in morning light.