"O when shall I in endless day
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And endless praise with th' Heavenly choir,
Incessant sing and never tire.
"You, my blest Guardian, whilst I sleep,
Close to my bed your vigils keep;
Divine love into me instil,
Stop all the avenues of ill.
"Thought to thought, with my soul converse
Celestial joys to me rehearse;