Father, The Watches Of The Night Are O'er

Father, the watches of the night are o'er;

To light and life the soul has ris'n once more;

Blessèd 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!