57 ~ Now All the Woods Are Sleeping
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Now all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O'er city, man, and beast; But thou, my heart, awake thee, To pray'r awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest.
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My Jesus, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing; But would the foe alarm me, O let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing!
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My loved ones, rest securely, From every peril surely Our God will guard your heads; And happy slumbers send you, And bid His hosts attend you, And golden-armed watch o'er your beds.