Sleep, my love, and peace at­tend thee,
All through the night;
Guardian an­gels God will lend thee,
All through the night;
Soft the drow­sy hours are creep­ing,
Hill and dale in slum­ber sleep­ing;
Love alone his watch is keep­ing—
All through the night.

Though I roam a min­strel lone­ly,
All through the night;
My true harp shall praise thee on­ly,
All through the night;
Love’s young dream, alas! is ov­er,
Yet my strains of love shall hov­er
Near the pre­sence of my lov­er
All through the night.

Hark! a so­lemn bell is ring­ing
Clear through the night;
Thou, my love, art hea­ven­ward wing­ing,
Home through the night;
Earthly dust from off thee shak­en,
Soul im­mor­tal thou shalt wak­en,
With thy last dim jour­ney taken
Home through the night.