241. Glory to Thee, my God, this night

Glory to Thee, my God, this night

For all the blessings of the light;

Keep me, O keep me. King of kings.

Under Thine own Almighty wings.

Forgive me. Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ills 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 awful 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.

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, angelic host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.