Sunday Worship

Before the day's last moments fly,
Maker of all, to you we cry;
Beneath your kind protection take,
and shield us for your mercy's sake.

Let no ill dreams, our souls alarm,
No power of night approach to harm;
Let us lie down and take our rest
In knowledge that your love is best.

Father of mercies, hear our cry;
Oh hear, co-equal Son most high:
Whom with the Spirit we adore,
One only God for evermore.

Based on an anonymous text from the 7th or 17th century, translated by Robert Campbell (1814-1868)

gleaned from: https://www.godsongs.net/2014/02/before-the-days-last-moments-fly.html