559 Savior, breathe an evening blessing,

1 Savior, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us; We are safe if Thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright and deathless bloom.