All praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as little as my bed:
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
Oh, may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; -
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
Oh, when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dull sleep away;
And hymns, with the supernal choir,
Incessant sing, and never tire.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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