Now Woods and Wolds Are Sleeping

Now woods and wolds are sleep­ing

And dark­ness fast is creep­ing

O’er byre

hearth

and hall;

But thou

my soul

ere slum­ber

For bless­ings pass­ing num­ber

Exalt the Giv­er of them all.

Ye also

O my dear­est

My friends and kin­dred near­est

God rest you safe from harm!

His an­gel hosts at­tend ye

Their gold­en shields de­fend ye

From night­ly dan­ger and alarm.