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THROUGH the day Thy love has spared us;
   Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us,
    Let no foe our peace molest;
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.
 
2  Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
    Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
    In Thine arms may we repose:
And, when life’s brief day is past,
Rest with Thee in Heaven at last.
 
Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855