Night is the time to rest,
How sweet when labors close
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose.

Night is the tmie to rest
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleeps
The joys of other years.

Night is the time to pray,
Our Savior oft withdres
To desert mountains far away
So will His followers do.

Night is the time for death,
When all around is peace
Calmly to yield the weary breath
From sin and suffering cease.