591 Life's day is ended,

1 Life's day is ended, The battle fought and won; With joy unblended I greet the set of sun. My soul, now rest thee Forever, tired of earth; At last divest thee Of buckler, shield, and girth: Arise, and haste thee To heavenly glories forth. 2 My pathway, leading Through realms of tears and pain, I see receding, And ne'er shall tread again. Life's stern endeavor, That set my soul aglow, So that I never A moment's rest did know, Shall cease forever, And God the prize bestow. 3 My shield remaineth, The warfare now is o'er; My heart maintaineth Its trust in God secure. I hard contended For faith both day and night; The foe intended To break its saving might, But now hath ended That tempter's losing fight. 4 Hence Christ in heaven Did me a crown prepare, Which shall be given Not only me to wear, But whomsoever, The lowliest and the best, Who doth endeavor To serve his Savior blest, And so forever Shall be his worthy guest. 5 Now, world, I leave thee, And bid a last farewell, Content, believe me, Hence in the grave to dwell. Let flesh that faileth Return again to clay, Where woe prevaileth, With trials day by day, What now assaileth I meet without dismay. 6 All praise and honor, Now and forevermore, Be our Atoner, That for us death He bore; Him, bleeding, dying, Who kept me at His right, When days were trying, I hold before my sight At His wounds lying At rest, I bid good night.