He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.
Psalm cxxvii. 2.
1 Of all the thoughts of God, that are
Borne in upon our souls afar
Along the Psalmist’s music deep,
O, tell me if there any is,
For gift or grace, surpassing this,—
“He giveth His beloved sleep.”
2 O earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!