This night, O Lord, we bless Thee
For Thy pro­tect­ing care,
And, ere we rest, ad­dress Thee
In low­ly, fer­vent pray­er:
From ev­il and temp­ta­tion
Defend us through the night,
And round our ha­bi­ta­tion
Be Thou a wall of light.

On Thee our whole re­li­ance
From day to day we cast,
To Thee, with firm af­fi­ance,
Would cleave from first to last;
To Thee, through Je­sus’ mer­it,
For need­ful grace we come,
And trust that Thy good Spir­it
Will guide us safe­ly home.

What may be on the mor­row
Our fore­sight cannot see;
But be it joy or sor­row,
We know it comes from Thee.
And no­thing can take from us,
Where’er our steps may move,
The staff of Thy sure pro­mise,
The shield of Thy true love.