TIMES AND SEASONS.—EVENING
Bishop T. Ken, 1637–1711.
GLORY to thee, my God, this night
or all the blessings of the light
Keep me, O keep me, King of kingc,
Beneath thy own almighty wings.
2 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.
3 Teach we 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 awful day.
4 O 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.
5 * 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.
6 * You, my blest guardian, whilst I sleep
Close to my bed your vigils keep;
Divine love into me instill,
Stop all the avenues of ill.
7. 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. Amen.
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