Through the day thy love hath spared us,

Wearied, we lie down to rest;

Through the silent watches guard us,

Let no foe our peace molest.

Father! thou our guardian be;

Sweet it is to trust in thee.

2 Wandering in the land of strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes,

Us and ours preserve from dangers:

In thy love we all repose.

Father! thou our guardian be;

Sweet it is to trust in thee.