And we dream not a thought that’s displeasing to Thee.

3 And grant, when deep sleep o’er our senses shall close,

That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear;

Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the repose

That, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear.

4 Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay;

Still to Thee we will offer love’s infinite store;

Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while we pray;

Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore!

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