Prayer: The night is come

The night is come, like to the day,

Depart not Thou, great GOD, away.

Let not my sins, black as the night,

Eclipse the lustre of Thy light:

Keep still in my Horizon; for to me

The Sun makes not the day, but Thee.

Thou, Whose nature cannot sleep,

On my temples Centry keep;

Guard me 'gainst those watchful foes,

Whose eyes are open while mine close.

Let no dreams my head infest,

But such as Jacob's temples blest.

While I do rest, my Soul advance;

Make my sleep a holy trance;

That I may, my rest being wrought,

Awake into some holy thought;

And with as active vigour run

My course, as doth the nimble Sun.

Sleep is a death; O make me try,

By sleeping, what it is to die;

And as gently lay my head

On my grave, as now my bed.

However I rest, great GOD, let me

Awake again at last with Thee;

And thus assur'd, behold I lie

Securely, or to awake or die.

These are my drowsie days; in vain

I do not wake to sleep again:

O come that hour, when I shall never

Sleep again, but wake for ever.