Night is falling, dear Mother, the long day is o’er,
And before thy loved image I’m kneeling once more,
To thank thee for keeping me safe through the day,
To ask thee this night to keep evil away.
Many times have I fallen today, 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 rest, for the day’s work is done,
Its hours and moments have passed one by one.
And the 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
O Mother, ask Jesus to wash them away;
For one drop of His Blood for which sinners was spilt
Is sufficient to cleanse the whole world from its guilt.
And if e’er the dawn I should draw my last breath;
If the sleep that I take be the long sleep of death,
Be near me, dear Mother, for Jesus’ dear sake
When my soul on Eternity’s shore shall awake.