Night is falling dear mother, long day is over;
Before thy image I am kneeling once more to thank thee for keeping me safe this day, to ask thee this night to keep evil away.
Many times have I fallen mother dear; Many graces neglected since last I knelt here;
Wilt thou not in pity, my own mother mild, Ask Jesus to pardon the sins of thy child?
I am going to sleep now, day’s work is done; Its hours and its moments have passed one by one.
God Who will judge me, has counted them all; He has numbered each grace, he has counted each fall;
In his book they are written against the last day.
Oh! mother ask Jesus to wash them away. For one drop of his Blood for sinners was spilt, Is
sufficient to cleanse the world of its guilt.
And if er’ the dawn I should draw my last breath;
The sleep I take be the long sleep of death; Be near me mother for dear Jesus’ sake.
When at eternity shore my soul shall awake.
Amen.
