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!