Creator of the earth and sky,
Ruling the fir­ma­ment on high,
Clothing the day with robes of light,
Blessing with gra­cious sleep the night.

That rest may com­fort wea­ry men,
And brace to use­ful toil again,
And soothe awhile the ha­rassed mind,
And sor­row’s hea­vy load un­bind.

Day sinks; we thank Thee for Thy gift;
Night comes; and once again we lift
Our pray­er and vows and hymns that we
Against all ills may shield­ed be.

Thee let the sec­ret heart ac­claim,
Thee let our tune­ful voic­es name,
Round Thee our chaste af­fec­tions cling
Thee so­ber rea­son own as King.

That when black dark­ness clos­es day,
And sha­dows thick­en round our way,
Faith may no dark­ness know, and night
From faith’s clear beam may bor­row light.

Rest not, my hea­ven born mind and will;
Rest, all the thoughts and deeds of ill;
May faith its watch un­wea­ried keep,
And cool the dream­ing warmth of sleep.

From cheats of sense, Lord, keep me free;
And let my heart’s depth dream of Thee;
Let not my en­vi­ous foe draw near,
To break my rest with any fear.

Pray we the Fa­ther and the Son,
And Ho­ly Ghost: O Three in One,
Blest Tri­ni­ty, whom all ob­ey,
Guard Thou Thy sheep by night and day.