Have spurned today the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep tonight,
Like infant’s slumber, pure and light.
Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love