Good Night Our Songs Are Sung


Good-night! our songs are sung;
Good-night! our games are done;
Good-night! we now must say.
So happy and gay
Our Christmas day has passed away!
The brightest hour must end,
The brightest day reach night,
Our tapers we see have burned to the tree;
Good-night! our songs are sung;
Good-night! our games are done;
And darkness must follow light.
Good-night! Good-night!

PRAYER:
Keep me, O Father mine!
Father of Jesus mild:
Thy light around me shine;
Make me thy child!
Bless thou all those who pray to thee
On Christmas Day!

Amen.