Now The Sun Hath Gone To Rest, Stars Are Coming Faint And Dim, And The Bird Within His Nest Sweetly Sings His Evening Hymn. Have I Tried Mamma To Mind? Was I Gentle In My Play? Have I Been A True And Kind, Pleasant Little Girl To-Day? Then Will God Take Care Of Me Kindly, Through The Long Dark Night; Bright And Happy, I Shall See Once Again The Morning Light.