Now all the woods are sleeping

Verse 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 be take thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest.

Verse 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!

Verse 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.