While many cry in nature's night

Ah! who will show the way to bliss?

Lord, lift on us thy saving light;

We seek no other guide than this.

Gladness Thy sacred presence brings,

More than the joyful reaper knows;

Or he who treads the grapes and sings

While with new wine his vat o'erflows.

In peace I lay me down to sleep;

Thine arm, O Lord! shall stay my head,

Thine Angel spread his tent, and keep

His midnight watch around my bed.