1 While many cry, in Nature’s night,
Ah! who will show the way to bliss?
Lord, lift on us Thy saving light;
We seek no other guide than this.

2 Gladness Thy sacred presence brings,
More than the joyful reaper knows;
Or he who treads the grapes, and sings,
While with new wine his vat o’erflows.

3 In peace I lay me down to sleep;
Thine arm, O Lord, shall stay my head,
Thine angel spread his tent, and keep
His midnight watch around my bed.