Scripture Verse

Thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet. Proverbs 3:24


Matilda Betham-Edwards (1836–1919)

Words: Ma­til­da B. Beth­am-Ed­wards, in The Sun­day School Hym­na­ry, ed­it­ed by Ca­rey Bon­ner (Lon­don: Sun­day School Un­ion, 1905), num­ber 156.

Music: The Lit­tle Birds Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick, 1880, har­mo­nized by E. R. B. (per­haps E. Raw­don Bai­ley, one of Ca­rey Bon­ner’s pseu­do­nyms?) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Morven Ca­rey Bon­ner, The Sun­day School Hym­na­ry (Lon­don: Sun­day School Un­ion, 1905), num­ber 156 (🔊 pdf nwc). Note: This hym­nal gives the com­pos­er as A. Bryce, one of Bon­ner’s pseu­do­nyms.
William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


The lit­tle birds now seek their nest;
The ba­by sleeps on mo­ther’s breast;
Thou giv­est all Thy child­ren rest,
God of the wea­ry.

The sail­or pray­eth on the sea:
The lit­tle ones at mo­ther’s knee;
Now comes the pe­ni­tent to Thee,
God of the wea­ry.

The orp­han puts away his fears;
The trou­bled hopes for hap­pi­er years;
Thou dri­est all the mourn­er’s tears,
God of the wea­ry.

Thou send­est rest to tired feet,
To lit­tle toil­ers slum­ber sweet,
To ach­ing hearts re­pose com­plete,
God of the wea­ry.

In grief, per­plex­ity, or pain,
None ev­er come to Thee in vain;
Thou mak­est life a joy again,
God of the wea­ry.

We sleep that we may wake re­newed,
To serve Thee as Thy child­ren should,
With love, and zeal, and gra­ti­tude,
God of the wea­ry.