All praise 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
Rise glo­ri­ous at the judg­ment day.

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.

When in the night I sleep­less lie,
My soul with heav’n­ly thoughts sup­ply;
Let no ill dreams dis­turb my rest,
No pow’rs of dark­ness me mo­lest.

O when shall I, in end­less day,
For ev­er chase dark sleep away,
And hymns di­vine with an­gels sing,
All praise to Thee, eter­nal King?

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.