1 Now woods and fields are sleeping,
And darkness fast is creeping
O'er meadow, hearth, and hall;
But thou, my soul, ere slumber,
For blessings passing number
Exalt the Giver of them all.

2 You also, O my dearest,
My friends and kindred nearest,
God rest you safe from harm!
His angel hosts attend you,
Their golden shields defend you
From nightly danger and alarm.

Amen.