Te lucis ante terminum
Before the end of daylight, Lord
Dweller in things, we pray you keep
The custom of your watch when sleep
Annihilates you in our thought.
Untrouble us with dreams; the grim
Phantasmagoria of the night
Remove. In sleep the inward sight
Wakes and is powerless to condemn.
And, distant Father, if you hear
The outcry of a sleeping child,
Keep soul and body undefiled.
Then, in the absence, you are near.