Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o’ertakes us;

Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us;

All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing

Thy praise pursuing.

As Thy beloved, soothe the sick and weeping,

And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping;

Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them;

Do Thou befriend them.

We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us,

Save Thee, O Father, Who Thine own hast made us;