Gotten past the day

I will give thanks, O Lord.

The evening draweth nigh:

Make it bright.

There is an evening, as of the

Day, so also life;

The evening of life is old age:

Old age hath overtaken

Me: make it bright.

Abide with me, O Lord,

For even now it is towards

Evening with me,

And the day is far spent.

Let thy strength be perfected

In my weakness.

Lancelot Andrewes (1555-1626).