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.