Thomas Kelly, 1806
Through the day Thy love hath spared us,|
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest.
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.
2. Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,|
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose
And, when life's sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.
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