Night is falling dear
Mother, long day is o'er;
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.
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