T. Ken

L.M.

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.

2

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ills that I this day have done;

That with the world, myself, and Thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3

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.

4

If 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.

5

Oh, may my soul on Thee repose,

And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;

Sleep that shall me more vigorous make

To serve my God when I awake.