All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night

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

for 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 judg­ment day.

O may my soul on Thee re­pose

And with sweet sleep mine eye­lids close

Sleep that may me more vi­gor­ous make

To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleep­less lie

My soul with heav’n­ly thoughts sup­ply;

Let no ill dreams dis­turb my rest

No pow’rs of dark­ness me mo­lest.

O when shall I

in end­less day

For ev­er chase dark sleep away

And hymns di­vine with an­gels sing

All praise to Thee

eter­nal King?

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.