1 Glory to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Beneath thine own almighty wings.

2 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.

3 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 awful day.

4 O let my soul on thee repose!
And with sweet sleep my eye-lids close;
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply,
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.