ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O, keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, through Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere, I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the judgement day.
O, may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake.
If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Ken, 1637-1710