Now woods and wolds are sleep­ing,
And dark­ness fast is creep­ing
O’er byre, hearth, and hall;
But thou, my soul, ere slum­ber,
For bless­ings pass­ing num­ber
Exalt the Giv­er of them all.

Ye also, O my dear­est,
My friends and kin­dred near­est,
God rest you safe from harm!
His an­gel hosts at­tend ye,
Their gold­en shields de­fend ye,
From night­ly dan­ger and alarm.