1 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.
2 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.
Source: The Hymnbook #66
|First Line:||Now woods and wolds are sleeping|
|Title:||Now Woods and Wolds Are Sleeping|
|German Title:||Nun ruhen alle Wälder|
|Translator:||George Ratcliffe Woodward (1910)|
|Source:||Praxis Pietatis Melica, 3rd edition, by Johann Crüger, 1648|