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