Down your sympathetic cheek. I learned What having a sister really means. I visit the sick and the old and I'm never bored. I'm glad my Lord's grace is sufficient for me. The day is almost over and the night is drawing near.
Shadows of darkness steal across the sky Though the darkness gathers, restless souls sleep.
Watch over the weary, give comfort and sweet sleep. Give visions so bright. Watch over them, My Lord, through the still night. Watch over the soul, that is tossed on life's sea. Comfort the sufferer, let him find shelter in thee.