Lord, Thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am for­ev­er Thine:
I fear be­fore Thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

And while I rest my wea­ry head,
From cares and bu­si­ness free,
’Tis sweet con­vers­ing on my bed,
With my own heart and Thee.

I pay this ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice:
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope re­lies
Upon Thy grace alone.

Thus, with my thoughts com­posed to peace,
I’ll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safe­ty keeps my days,
And will my slum­bers keep.