Glory 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 my bed;

Teach me to die, that so I may

Triumphing rise at the last day.

O may my soul on thee repose,

And may with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;

Sleep that may me more vigorous make,

To serve my God, when I awake.

If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;

Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Truthful lips and meek obedience

Show Thy glory in Thine own.