1 All praise 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.

2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son,
The ill that I have ever done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, e'er I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this frail body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.