When I, dear Lord, arise from sleep,
Each day my heart from ev­il keep;
On me Thy guard­ian Spi­rit send,
To lead me safe­ly to its end.

But should I die along its way,
Amid the la­bors of the day,
And all the scenes that it at­tend,
To Thee my spi­rit I com­mend.

And hum­bly ask of Thee, to lend
Me wings of an­gels, to as­cend
To Thee, in pa­ra­dise to­day;
And this in Je­sus’ name I pray.