554 The sun has gone down, And peace has descended on country and town;

1 The sun has gone down, And peace has descended on country and town; The song-birds in silence have flown to their nest, And flowers are closing their petals in rest; So closes my heart to annoyance and care, In homage and prayer, In homage and prayer. 2 I praise for this day The Father in heaven, who prospered my way, Who shielded from danger, protected from harm, Promoted my labor, and strengthened my arm; For hours that passed lightly as birds on the wing, Thanksgiving I bring! Thanksgiving I bring! 3 Forgive me, O Lord, My sins and transgressions in deed and in word! Thou knowest my heart and my innermost thought, The words I have spoken, the deeds I have wrought, My errors and failings I deeply regret, Forgive and forget! Forgive and forget! 4 I ask for no more; My light I extinguish and fasten the door, And seeking my chamber, betake me to rest, Assured that my slumber this night will be blest, I fondly confide to Thy care and control My body and soul! My body and soul!