560 All praise to Thee, my God, this night,

1 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. 2 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. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die so that I may Rise glorious at the awful day. 4 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. 5 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.