The peace of night

1 The sun has long departed,
The day to night doth yield;
And peace, so still and holy,
Broods over house and field.

2 To wearied eyelids gently
The night brings sweetest sleep,
And in each little chamber
God's angel watch doth keep.

3 He lulls with song so gentle
The babe to sweet repose:
Anon the chords are silent,
The wearied eyelids close.

Source: Wartburg Hymnal: for church, school and home #50