57   Now All the Woods Are Sleeping




[1]
Now all the woods are sleeping
And night and stillness creeping
O er city man and beast;
But thou my heart awake thee
To pray r awhile betake thee
And praise thy Maker ere thou rest.

[2]
My Jesus stay Thou by me
And let no foe come nigh me
Safe sheltered by Thy wing;
But would the foe alarm me
O let him never harm me
But still Thine angels round me sing!

[3]
My loved ones rest securely
From every peril surely
Our God will guard your heads;
And happy slumbers send you
And bid His hosts attend you
And golden-armed watch o er your beds.