Drawn Is the Curtain of the Night

Drawn is the cur­tain of the night

Oh! ’tis the sac­red hour of rest;

Sweet hour

I hail Thee with de­light

Thrice wel­come to my wea­ry breast.

Oh

God to Thee

my fer­vent pray­er

I of­fer

kneel­ing at Thy feet;

Tho’ hum­bly breathed

oh! deign to hear—

Smile on me from the mer­cy seat.

While an­gels round

their watch­es keep

Whose harps Thy praise un­ceas­ing swell

I lay me down in peace

and sleep

For Thou in safe­ty mak’st me dwell.

Drawn is the cur­tain of the night—

Thou bid’st cre­ation si­lent be—

And now

with ho­ly

calm de­light

Father

I would com­mune with Thee.

Shepherd of Is­ra­el

deign to keep

And guard my soul from ev­ery ill;

Thus will I lay me down

and sleep

For Thou in safe­ty mak’st me dwell.