1 All praise to him who dwells in bliss,
Who made both day and night;
Whose throne is darkness, in th' abyss,
Of uncreated light.

2 Each thought and deed his piercing eyes
With strictest search survey:
The deepest shades no more disguise
Than the full blaze of day.

3 Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings,
No evil shall molest:
Under the shadow of thy wings,
Shall they securely rest.

4 Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep:
Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For thou dost never sleep.

5 May we, with calm and sweet repose
And heavenly thoughts refresh'd,
Our eye-lids with the morn's unclose,
And bless the ever-bless'd!