Father The Watches Of The Night Are Oer
Father, the watches of the night are o’er;
To light and life the soul has risen once more;
Blessed be Thou, who, through the helpless hours,
Hast kept in deepest peace her slumbering powers.
Father, the watches of the day are here;
More than from those of night have we to fear;
By rude cares troubled, by temptations pressed,
Through the day watches, Father, give us rest!