Text: | An Evening Hymn |
1 Sleep, downy sleep, come, close mine eyes
Tir'd with beholding vanites.
Welcome sweet sleep and chase away,
The toils and follies of the day.
2 On thy soft bosom, will I lie,
Forget the world, and learn to die,
O Israel's wathcful shepherd spread,
Thy guardian angels round my bed.
3 Let not the spirits of the air,
While I lie slumb'ring me insnare;
But gurad thy suppliant free from harm
Claspt in thine everlasting arm.
4 Clouds ant thick darkness are thy throne
Thy wonderful pavilion,
O dart from thence one heav'nly ray,
And then my midnigh shall be day.
5 Thus when the morn in crimson dress,
Break through the windows of the east,
My thankful hymns of praise shall rise,
Like incense of the sacrifice.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Sleep, downy sleep, come, close mine |
Title: | An Evening Hymn |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Family Worship |
Source: | Newport Coll. |