All Praise to Him Who Dwells in Bliss

All praise to Him who dwells in bliss

Who made both day and night;

Whose throne is dark­ness

in th’abyss

Of un­creat­ed light.

Each thought and deed His pierc­ing eyes

With strict­est search sur­vey;

The deep­est shades no more dis­guise

Than the full blaze of day.

Whom Thou dost guard

O King of kings

No ev­il shall mo­lest;

Under the sha­dow of Thy wings

Shall they se­cure­ly rest.

Thy an­gels shall around their beds

Their con­stant sta­tions keep;

Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads

For Thou dost nev­er sleep.

May we

with calm and sweet re­pose

And heav­en­ly thoughts re­freshed

Our eye­lids with the morn’s un­close

And bless the ev­er-blessed.