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!