In sleeping hours and waking,
My fortress art Thou ever,
Thine arm doth aye deliver,
My bliss doth aye endure.
NOW SPREAD ARE EVENING'S SHADOWS.
Now spread are evening's shadows,
O'er forests, towns, and meadows,
And sleepeth ev'ry eye;
Awake my pow'rs and sing ye,
And pray'r and praises bring ye,