Go with each of us to rest;
If any awake, temper to them the dark hours of watching;
And when the day returns, return to us, our sun and comforter
And call us up with morning faces and morning hearts, eager to labour, eager to be happy
If happiness should be our portion
And if the day be marked for sorrow, strong to endure it
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warmly on your face
The rain fall softly on your fields
And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand