ERE I sleep, for every favour This day showed By my God, I will bless my Saviour.
O my Lord, what shall I render To Thy name, Still the same, Gracious, good, and tender?
Thou hast ordered all my goings In Thy way, Heard me pray, Sanctified my doings.
Leave me not, but ever love me; Let Thy peace Be my bliss, Till Thou hence remove me.
Thou, my rock, my guard, my tower, Safely keep, While I sleep, Me, with all Thy power.
So, whene’er in death I slumber, Let me rise With the wise, Counted in their number.
John Cennick, 1718-55