Now the day is over 
Night is drawing nigh
Shadows of the evening 
Steal across the sky

Give to little children 
Visions sweet of thee
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea

When the morning wakens
Then may i arise
Fresh and pure and sinless 
In thy holy eyes

Give to little children 
Visions sweet of thee
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea