1 Be near us, O Father! through night's silent hour; Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine; Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the flower, That even our still sleep may have something of Thine. 2 O watch o'er our couch; drive the tempter away; 3 And grant, when deep sleep o'er our senses shall close, That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear; Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the repose That, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear. 4 Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay; |