The battle’s o’r – the day is done-
The weary enter nocturnes’ peace –
They for now, their eyes can close –
For a moment – let struggles cease.
For these – they soon, shall need to face –
A new day’s rising sun –
Marching from place to place –
In hope of victories – to be won.
But for others today – they too can rest –
Their race has now been run –
They a glory – now will see –
As they meet the welcoming Son.