Saviour! breathe an evening blessing,

Ere repose our eyelids seal;

Sin and want we come confessing;

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.

2 Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrows past us fly,

Angel-guards from thee surround us—

We are safe if thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness can not hide from thee:

Thou art he who, never weary,

Watcheth where thy people be.

4 Should swift death this night o’ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb,

May the morn in heaven awake us,

Clad in bright and deathless bloom.