Drawn is the cur­tain of the night,
Oh! ’tis the sac­red hour of rest;
Sweet hour, I hail Thee with de­light,
Thrice wel­come to my wea­ry breast.

Oh, God to Thee, my fer­vent pray­er,
I of­fer, kneel­ing at Thy feet;
Tho’ hum­bly breathed, oh! deign to hear—
Smile on me from the mer­cy seat.

While an­gels round, their watch­es keep,
Whose harps Thy praise un­ceas­ing swell,
I lay me down in peace, and sleep,
For Thou in safe­ty mak’st me dwell.

Drawn is the cur­tain of the night—
Thou bid’st cre­ation si­lent be—
And now, with ho­ly, calm de­light,
Father, I would com­mune with Thee.

Shepherd of Is­ra­el, deign to keep,
And guard my soul from ev­ery ill;
Thus will I lay me down, and sleep,
For Thou in safe­ty mak’st me dwell.