The night is come

The night is come, like to the day,

Depart not thou, great God, away;

On thee, O Lord, I do repose,

Protect me from my watchful foes.

So shall I securely lay,

And sweetly pass the hours away.

Chorus

In heav'nly dreams my soul advance,

O make my sleep a holy trance.

Sleep is a death, O let me try,

By sleeping, how it is to die.