My God was with me all this night,
And gave me sweet re­pose;
The Lord watched o’er me while I slept,
And ne­ver a fear arose;
So ma­ny groaned and wished for sleep,
Until they wished for day,
Slow hours count­ing all their pains,
But I se­cure­ly lay.

And through the night, all dan­gers slept,
No thieves did me af­fright,
Those ev­en­ing wolves, those beasts of prey,
Disturbers of the night.
No rag­ing flames nor storms did rend
The house that I was in;
I heard no dread­ful cries with­out,
No dole­ful groans with­in.

What terrors I es­caped this night,
Which have on oth­ers fell!
My bo­dy might have slept its last,
My soul awoke in hell.
Sweet rest re­turned that strength to me
Which la­bor did devour:
My body was in weak­ness sown,
But now is raised in pow­er.

Lord, for the mer­cies of the night
My hum­ble thanks I pay,
And un­to Thee I de­di­cate
The first-fruits of this day.
Today I praise Thee, O my God:
And will through mor­tal days;
Then let me in eter­nal song
Sing Thy im­mor­tal praise.