1 With thee, great God, the stores of light,
And stores of darkness lie;
Thou form'st the sable veil of night,
And spread'st it round the sky.
2 And when with welcome slumber press'd,
We close our weary eyes,
Thy pow'r unseen, secures our rest,
And makes us joyful rise.
3 Numbers, this night, great God, have met
Their long eternal doom;
And lost the joys of morning light
In death's tremendous gloom.
4 Numbers on restless beds still lie,
And still their woes bewail;
While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd,
A thousand pleasures feel.
5 To thee, great God, in thankful songs,
Our morning thoughts arise:
Propitious in thy Son, accept
The willing sacrifice.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CCCXVII