And now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise,
My comforts every hour make known,
His providence and grace.

I lay my body down to sleep;
May angels guard my head,
And though the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.

With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in thy love.


Isaac Watts