Ere I sleep, for every favour
This day showed
By my God,
I will bless my Saviour.

O my Lord, what shall I render
To thy name,
Still the same,
Gracious, good, and tender?

Thou hast ordered all my goings
In thy way,
Heard me pray,
Sanctified my doings.

Visit me with thy salvation;
Let thy care
Now be near
Round my habitation.

Leave me not, but ever love me;
Let thy peace
Be my bliss,
Till thou hence remove me.

Thou my rock, my guard, my tower,
Safely keep,
While I sleep,
Me, with all thy power.

So, whene'er in death I slumber,
Let me rise
With the wise,
Counted in their number.


John Cennick (1718-55)