Glory to thee, my God, this night
|
Glory to thee, my God, this night For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. O may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. |
Diurnis pro favoribus hac nocte laudo te, Deus; per quam sub alae tegmine me serva, regum maxime. Remitte suasu Filii, si hodie quid nocui, ut, dormiturus, sim mihi mundoque gratus et tibi. Cum tibi vixerim placens, nec somnum nec mortem timens, sic moriar docente te ut surgam ultimo die. In te quiescam, et meos occludat somnus oculos, inde experrectus augeam vires, ut tibi serviam. Seu forte noctu vigilem, fac de caelestibus putem; ne mala turbent somnia neu tenebrarum numina. Quot estis animalia, laudate eum qui dat bona; nec segnius, caelicolae. vos Trinitatem psallite. |