The Sun Has Long Departed

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

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

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