1. Through the day Thy love has spar’d us,
Wearied now we part for rest;
Throughthe silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest:
Jesus ! Thou our guardian be,
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.
2. Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes;
Us, and ours preserve from dangers,
In Thine arms may we repose:
And when man’s sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heav’n at last.