A song for the evening

GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh 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 my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the judgment day.

Oh may my soul on Thee repose,
And with 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 dark sleep away;
And endless praise with th’ heavenly choir
Incessant sing, and never tire!

Thomas Ken, 1697
from C H Spurgeon’s Our Own Hymn-Book

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