All's Well

The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep

My weary spirit seeks repose in thine:

Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep

This little life of mine.

With loving kindness curtain thou my bed;

And cool in rest my burning pilgrim-feet,

Thy pardon be the pillow for my head;

So shall my sleep be sweet.

At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee,

No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake;

All's well, whichever side the grave for me

The morning light may break.