Christ in Song 557
Evening Blessing
1Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thy own almighty wings.
2Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the judgment day.
4O may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake.
5Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
The verse
- Meter
- 16.16
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 46% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- AB
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