209 The day is past and gone

p.209

Tune: Stephen Jenks, 1805

Text: John Leland, 1792

The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh may we all remember well,
The night of death is near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest:
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.