Ere repose our eyelids seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel-guards from thee surround us—
We are safe if thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness can not hide from thee:
Thou art he who, never weary,