1
Now the day is over,
night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
steal across the sky.
2
Father, give the weary,
calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
3
Through the long night watches,
may thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
watching round my bed.
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Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
with the cross of Jesus going on before.
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
forward into battle see his banners go!
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Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
with the cross of Jesus going on before.
2
Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we,
one in hope and doctrine, one in charity.
3
Crowns and thrones my perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
but the church of Jesus constant will remain.
Gates of hell can never ‘gainst that church prevail;
we have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail.
4
Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,
this through countless ages men and angels sing.