Remembering with I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger and The day is past and over

I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger;
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night;
Do not detain me, for I am going
To where the fountains are ever flowing;
I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

There the glory is ever shining;
Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there;
Here in this country so dark and dreary,
I long have wandered forlorn and weary;
I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

There’s the city to which I journey;
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light;
There is no sorrow nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying;
I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

Mrs. M. S. B. DanaThe day is past and over:
  All thanks, O Lord to Thee!
I pray Thee that offenseless
  The hours of dark may be.
O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me thro’ the coming night.

The joys of day are over:
  I lift my heart to Thee,
And call on Thee that sinless
  The hours of gloom may be.
O Jesus, make their darkness light,
And guard me through the coming night.

The toils of day are over:
  I raise the hymn to Thee,
And ask that free from peril
  The hours of fear may be.
O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.

Lord, that in death I sleep not,
  And lest my foe should say,
“I have prevailed against him,”
  Lighten mine eyes, I pray:
O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.

Be Thou my soul’s preserver,
  O God, for Thou dost know
How many are the perils
  Through which I have to go.
Lover of men, O hear my call,
And guard and save me from them all! Amen

St. Anatolius Tr. John Mason Neale