Evening Song - All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night

Psalm 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety. 

Psalm 127:2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. 

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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.

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.

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 judg­ment day.

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.

When in the night I sleep­less lie,
My soul with heav’n­ly thoughts sup­ply;
Let no ill dreams dis­turb my rest,
No pow’rs of dark­ness me mo­lest.

O when shall I, in end­less day,
For ev­er chase dark sleep away,
And hymns di­vine with an­gels sing,
All praise to Thee, eter­nal King?

Praise God, from whom all bless­ings flow;
Praise Him, all crea­tures here be­low;
Praise Him above, ye heav­en­ly host;
Praise Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost.

Thomas Ken, circa 1674

The Thousand Word Project - Embers of the Day

Psalm 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep:

for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety. 

Suffering and Rest

Suffering and Rest

My Saviour! I can think of Thee,
And rest upon Thy Name,
Through changing scenes Thou leadest me
But Thou art still the same.
When I am feebler than a child,
Too faint to lift a cry,
Thy strength is with me all the while,
I know that Thou art nigh.

O precious Lord! I hear Thy voice,
In accents soft and sweet,
When wearied is my aching head,
And worn my willing feet.
I lay me down in peace and sleep,
In safety I abide,
My hand in Thine, Thou still dost keep,
Thou'rt watching by my side.

Lord Jesus! it is sweet to pause
And be alone with Thee,
To feel, shut out from all beside,
That Thou art all to me.
'Tis joy to know Thou wilt complete
The work Thou hast begun,
And Oh! how comforting and sweet
The rest when work is done.

by Hannah K. Burlingham

Psalm 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.

Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:

Hebrews 4:9 There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.