Lenmon Leng　

 

 

                              　

                                                        Now the day is over　                                                    

                                                        Night is drawing nigh
　　                                                   Shadows of the evening
　　                                                   Steal across the sky
　　
　                                                      Give to little children
　　                                                   Visions sweet of thee
　                                                      Guard the sailors tossing
　　                                                   On the deep blue sea
　　
　　                                                  When the morning wakens
　　                                                  Then may i arise
　　                                                  Fresh and pure and sinless
　　                                                  In thy holy eyes