All praise to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light:

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,

Beneath thine own almighty wings.

Forgive 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.

Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed;

Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the awful day.

O may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;

Sleep that shall me more vigorous make

To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;

Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.

O when shall I, in endless day,

For ever chase dark sleep away,

And hymns divine with angels sing,

All praise to thee, eternal King?

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, angelic host:

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Amen.