The sun hath gone to rest,
The bee forsakes the flower,
The young bird slumbers in its nest,
Within the leafy bower.
Where have I been this day
Into what folly run?
Forgive me, Father, when I pray
Through Jesus Christ thy son.
When all my days are o'er,
And in the grave I lie;
Wilt thou permit my soul to soar,
To worlds beyond the sky.