Hear our prayers as they spring, and our hymns as they rise!
3 We beseech of Thee now, when dim night over all
Is enfolding her shroud and resuming her sway,
That Thy grace still may shine, ’mid the glooms that appal,
As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way.
4 Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls be awake,
Keep them free from the deadness that guilt only knows;
Be the dream of the night pure as day, for Thy sake,
And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose!
5 From all stain of crime let our bosoms be free,