7248. 3 3. 6
ERE I sleep, for every favour
   This day showed
        By my God,
I will bless my Saviour.
2  O my Lord, what shall I render
        To Thy name,
        Still the same,
Gracious, good, and tender?
3  Thou hast ordered all my goings
        In Thy way,
        Heard me pray,
Sanctified my doings.
4  Leave me not, but ever love me;
        Let Thy peace
        Be my bliss,
Till Thou hence remove me.
5  Thou, my rock, my guard, my tower,
        Safely keep,
        While I sleep,
Me, with all Thy power.
6  So, whene’er in death I slumber,
        Let me rise
        With the wise,
Counted in their number.
John Cennick, 1718-55