Glory to Thee my God, this night For all the blessings of the light Keep me, O keep me, King of kings Beneath thy 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 die, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the aweful day.

O may my soul on Thee repose And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close Sleep that may more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake

When 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