Now all the woods are sleeping,
And
night and stillness creeping
O’er
city, man, and beast;
But
thou, my heart, awake thee,
To
pray’r awhile betake thee,
And
praise thy Maker ere thou rest
2
My
Jesus Thou by me,
And
let no foe comes nigh me,
Safe
sheltered by Thy wing;
But
would the foe alarm me,
O
let him never harm me,
But
still Thine angels round me sing!
3
My
loved ones, rest securely,
From
every peril surely
Our
God will guard your heads;
And
happy slumbers send you,
And
bid His host attend you,
And
golden armed watch o’er your beds.