given To all who faithful stay and true.
My body is divested Of garments that have rested Upon its form of clay. Thus I at heaven's portal Shall lose all that is mortal And with the Lord forever stay.
Head, feet, and hands are taking Sweet rest from toil and waking, Released from ev'ry pain. O heart of mine, why borrow The troubles of tomorrow? Thou rest from sin and woe shalt gain.
Ye members weak and tired, By joy no more inspired, Betake yourselves to bed. The time and hour for sleeping In God's own faithful keeping Will come when you are cold and dead.
My tired eyes are closing, And while I am reposing, Where doth my soul remain? To Thee be it commended Until the night is ended, Let me Thy gracious favor gain.
Lord Jesus, who dost love me, Spread both Thy wings above me, Thus shielding me from harm. If Satan should draw near me, Let angels come to cheer me And so the wily foe disarm.
My loved ones, rest securely, Since God will guard you surely From pain and peril