1 How blest the happy evening's close!
'Tis the hour of sweet repose--
Good night! The summer winds have sunk to rest,
The moon, serenely bright,
Unfolds her calm and gentle ray,
Softly now she seems to say--Good night!

2 These tranquil hours of social mirth
Form the dearest link of earth--Good night!
And, while each hand is kindly press'd;
O, may our prayers to heaven,
With humble fervor be address'd.
For its blessing on our rest--Good night!

3 O, how each gentle tho't is stirr'd,
As we breathe the parting word--Good night!
O, could we ever feel as now,
Our hearts with love upraised,
And while our warm affections flow,
Hear, in murmurs soft and low, Good night!